Catherine Gigante-Brown

Once upon a time, it was easier to keep track of gender. Today, not so much — the lines are blurred. For many, gender’s not so much about questioning your own identity as it is about questioning the very nature of identity.

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

As a breast cancer survivor, the worst day of the year is when I go for my mammogram. True, nobody actually likes mammos, but I’ve been bitten by one. On the way to my annual squishing, I realized that I have a bunch of coping strategies.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

Why do we venerate individuality in adults but condemn it in children?

The Ultimate Counter Culture Diva

My husband and I agreed: raising a child with an independent spirit who made decisions for himself was a good thing.

In the photograph, my great-grandmother, Margarita Cirigliano, is sitting at a small table on the front porch of the family home in Borough Park, Brooklyn.

I realized my father was from a generation that never said those three little words. He was saying he loved me without them. But I didn't realize it then.

“It’s almost as though this niche was patiently waiting for us to find it.”