More Than The Pain: On Butterflies, Trauma And Being Non-Binary

I dreamt about my dad liking anime. He was a bit sick, I think — nothing serious, just something that stilled his active nature — and we were watching an anime movie full of short stories. He liked them and dream-me was so excited about going to the library and getting more anime to watch with my dad. He was petting my feet — they had blisters or something — it was an utterly unsexual intimacy, uncomplicated in a way that when it comes to my father I can only dream of.