This autoethnographic essay offers a musing on the intricate relationship between language, writing and identity through an autoethnographic account of my reading and writing experience from childhood to present, and from China to the UK via Germany.
Autoethnographic Writing
Whether short-form or long-form, personal memoir or speculative fiction, The AutoEthnographer seeks to publish your evocative expressions of the cultural made personal.
However, this autoethnographic piece helped me recognize the importance of levity even when the intellectual content is heavy.
I share the complexity of my frustration about a failed site visit to the British Museum and wonder about the meaning of the experience.
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All ContentAutoethnographic Flash NonfictionAutoethnographic Literary FictionVolume 3, Issue 4 (2023)
··19 min readThis short story about a night in a shed is an attempt to encourage any reader to think about the stories that circulate within communities.
This work is part of a larger ethnography of scars, one that addresses the intersection medicine, religion, and body politics in (among other places) Nebraska.
“Answering the Call of Conscience in the Call Out Culture” continues my accounting of, and critical reflection on, the ethical and political dimensions of having been falsely accused of sexual assault online.
This piece recounts a trip I took to the Czech Republic and it is proof that language barriers similarly embolden people to speak cruelly.
Jesus and Fentanyl: A Mortician's Perspective is actually thoughts from a funeral director and also an ode to an overdose victim.
In this essay, the current reality of queerness is juxtaposed against milestones in my own life as a queer man in America.
What is my responsibility as a trans feminine person when the human-induced strain on the planet is the driver of the climate crisis?
This work shows that the benefits of reading multiple texts, each from a different perspective provides opportunities for students.
In this story I shifted my attention to the young woman –a nurse or a volunteer– who sat beside me and held my hand throughout abortion.