Walking into "Please Try This At Home" meant walking into a conference nothing like any I'd been to before. Instead of a bright, shiny convention center, I found a community center, jammed with writing sheets and tables and food and hubbub. Instead of suited salespeople, I was surrounded by an overwhelming rush of diverse and joyous bodies. The event was a gathering of "Anarchotranshumanists, Xenofeminists, and Queer Cyborgs" who spent a weekend trying to imagine and build something better than the medical system marginalized bodies are frequently harmed by.
I often joke that there are two types of trans people: the kind who are anarchists, and the kind who haven't tried to come out to their doctor.