36 Views of My Breasts Billie Sainwood cover: a watercolour painting of two snow capped mountains nestled in a landscape of blue sky and lush fields. Breasts are a landscape ripe with tension. Breasts are celebrated, shamed, hated, and fetishized across the gender spectrum. Considered unsightly on men, fawned over on women, and, at best, tolerated on those drifting between. Having grown up as a fat “boy,” and transitioning into a woman, breasts were heavy and omnipresent all my life. This book is my attempt at charting my journey, from shame to glory and back again. kithbooks.com

Sainwood invites us to stand in communion with the flesh that has carried and carries, to trust in our own bodies, and to hold them in wonder as we watch them grow.

36 Views of My Breasts: A trans body memoir
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I want to talk so much more about trans bodies as always existing. In 36 Views of My Breasts, @billiewrites.bsky.social's reflects on having breasts all her life.

The Whole Buffalo Finding my true voice

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New substack post about voice dysphoria, Fat Bastard, and what it really means to speak up.

36 Views of My Breasts: A trans body memoir Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood “for once, my body is not the punchline; for once, a pose is meant to accentuate; for once, posture is not self defense; ... for once, I take a picture of myself naked and do not shrink away.” - Wilhelmina “Billie” Sainwood the text is accompanied by a selection from the watercolor painting that appears on the front cover. two snow capped mountains sit nestled in a lush forevround of red, green and yellow before a blue sky. kithbooks.com

SHE'S LIVE!!

“I am breathing as I write this. My chest is expanding and contracting until my nipples press the soft fabric of my sports bra then disappear. My breasts are filling with stubborn proof of my life. I am heavy. I am light.“
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TRANS RIGHTS READATHON: DAY 4 To Bring You My Love by AÏcha Martine Thiam the collision and costs of cross cultural girlhood in cnf, essays, poetry and art. Toothache by Ozzy Welch is there anyone who truly leaves childhood unscathed? Book of Extraction: Poems with Teeth by Adrian Dallas Frandle iykyk in this liturgic trip to the dentist. 'that's it, a little farther back, if you can manage. alright, now open your mouth'. What was eaten was given by Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood is the cover offputting? is it kind of intriguing? are you having trouble looking away? this one is for you. kithbooks.com

TRANS RIGHTS READATHON: DAY 4

Aïcha Martine Thiam
Ozzy Welch
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“I feel God's love in how my body holds me now. I feel resurrected again and again, feel it come over me slow and constant as faith. There's boundless joy and in its celebration, I feel the need to cross myself and honor it with art. Breasts. Breasts. Breasts. I have breasts now. The truth of it grows into a chant. The novelty of this never lessens, growing richer in context over time.” 36 Views of My Breasts Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood kithbooks.com

“This is a book about breasts. Specifically, my breasts. I've had them for as long as I can remember, much longer than HRT has pinned them proudly to my chest, pink as boutonnières. These breasts have changed with me, time-lapsing with the messy beauty of a forest floor. They've changed with my body, my beliefs. Our relationship has been a matter of perspective - an ongoing process, constantly occurring, the perpetual rot and decay and rebirth of a person, of nature. It’s random, but purposeful. This transformation has a form all its own. Breasts are a landscape ripe with tension. Breasts are celebrated, shamed, hated, and fetishized across the gender spectrum. Considered unsightly on men, fawned over on women, and, at best, tolerated on those drifting between. Having grown up as a fat “boy,” and transitioning into a woman, breasts were heavy and omnipresent all my life. This book is my attempt at charting my journey, from shame to glory and back again.“

Billie Sainwood writes the kind of work that burrows under your skin and finds a home among all your other most cherished, precious thoughts, you know? 36 Views is a book I have not been able to stop thinking about. Billie's writing is funny, vulnerable, and breathtaking in its vastness. Did you know your body could be so much? Did you know your trans body is art? Billie knows, and what a joy she would share it with us. -Daniel Herd, Host of Write Clube ATL 36 Views of My Breasts is a true longitudinal study, in that each poem is its own remembrance of the flesh of chests past and reverence of tits present. Using repetition as an act of meaningful accumulation, Sainwood builds resonance through rituals of self-demolition and reconstruction, sweetened by remembering every awkward, dissonant, sexy, nurturing, discoverable iteration of self. Deftly and tenderly, Sainwood reminds us that we’re always naked under our clothes—then guides us to embrace the parts of ourselves that can only face forward alongside us. - Stephanie Anderson, SOMEONE ELSE’S FEELINGS Through a raw and luminous lens, Billie Sainwood pieces together the trans experience through a series of sharp, intimate stories that never shy away from the mess of becoming. With language that’s both visceral and tender, Sainwood writes through the body; its aches, transformations, and small triumphs, to reveal how identity is felt as much as it’s understood. Bobbi Twiggs, The Pros and Cons of Killing Your Cult Leader

"Breasts. Breasts. Breasts. I have breasts now. The truth of it grows into a chant. The novelty of this never lessens, growing richer in context over time.”

36 Views of My Breasts
Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood
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Shout out to girls who are fat. Fat girls are so fucking cute

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36 Views of My Breasts: A trans body memoir Wilhelmins "Billie" Sainwood cover: a water colour painting of two snowcapped mountains nestled in the suggestions of pastoral surroundings under a clear blue sky

While posing with a can of Coke Zero for a joke I can’t even remember the joke. Something about Warhol Or advertising Or my willingness to be naked At the drop of a hat But all I remember is that the joke wasn’t very funny But was well received And for once my body is not the punchline, for once a pose is meant to accentuate, for once a posture is not self defense, for once the coke can is the coldest thing in my chest, for once I can feel my heart beating, against the aluminum, for once I take a picture of myself naked and do not shrink away. For once I do not blame lighting, Or out of focus Or any of the thousand arrows Loosed in a volley of barbed excuses to shred the tension and explain why I do not send it. For once, I take a picture. Send it.

Billie Sainwood writes the kind of work that burrows under your skin and finds a home among all your other most cherished, precious thoughts, you know? 36 Views is a book I have not been able to stop thinking about. Billie's writing is funny, vulnerable, and breathtaking in its vastness. Did you know your body could be so much? Did you know your trans body is art? Billie knows, and what a joy she would share it with us. -Daniel Herd, Host of Write Clube ATL 36 Views of My Breasts is a true longitudinal study, in that each poem is its own remembrance of the flesh of chests past and reverence of tits present. Using repetition as an act of meaningful accumulation, Sainwood builds resonance through rituals of self-demolition and reconstruction, sweetened by remembering every awkward, dissonant, sexy, nurturing, discoverable iteration of self. Deftly and tenderly, Sainwood reminds us that we’re always naked under our clothes—then guides us to embrace the parts of ourselves that can only face forward alongside us. - Stephanie Anderson, SOMEONE ELSE’S FEELINGS Through a raw and luminous lens, Billie Sainwood pieces together the trans experience through a series of sharp, intimate stories that never shy away from the mess of becoming. With language that’s both visceral and tender, Sainwood writes through the body; its aches, transformations, and small triumphs, to reveal how identity is felt as much as it’s understood. Bobbi Twiggs, The Pros and Cons of Killing Your Cult Leader

36 Views of My Breasts: A trans body memoir
by Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood
@billiewrites.bsky.social

release date: April 2, 2026
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36 Views of My Breasts: A trans body memoir by Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood cover: a water colour painting of two snowcapped mountains nestled in the suggestions of pastoral surroundings under a clear blue sky the cover is transposed over a photo of a mannequin's torso, pale skinned and wet as if by rain.

“This is a book about breasts. Specifically, my breasts. I've had them for as long as I can remember, much longer than HRT has pinned them proudly to my chest, pink as boutonnières. These breasts have changed with me, time-lapsing with the messy beauty of a forest floor. They've changed with my body, my beliefs. Our relationship has been a matter of perspective - an ongoing process, constantly occurring, the perpetual rot and decay and rebirth of a person, of nature. It’s random, but purposeful. This transformation has a form all its own. Breasts are a landscape ripe with tension. Breasts are celebrated, shamed, hated, and fetishized across the gender spectrum. Considered unsightly on men, fawned over on women, and, at best, tolerated on those drifting between. Having grown up as a fat “boy,” and transitioning into a woman, breasts were heavy and omnipresent all my life. This book is my attempt at charting my journey, from shame to glory and back again.“

At a summer camp for boys It’s summer at camp at the swim dock. All the boys have their shirts off they’re all laughing, teasing swapping the social slang of insults for friendship of bullying for bouquets of flowers/ The quiet boy laughs doesn’t think of his body much except when he does. When he laughs his breasts jiggle. When the funniest kid in camp points this out brays his joke about milk and udders the dock bursts into a rich symphony of harsh donkey laughs of goose honks of heaving shoulders. The boy’s breasts grow still. They hide in the new canopy of his hunched shoulders. He goes and gets a tee shirt two sizes too big. This is a cave that cannot hide them. Cannot save them from more jokes. Cannot save them from the boys who say they are “tits” But still they hide in the baggy shirt. Still, they decide, it will be years before they come out again.

36 Views of My Breasts: A trans body memoir

In this print adaptation of her one woman show of the same name, Sainwood offers a lens for reflection and a framework for reimagining our bodies as patient creations who’ll welcome us back.

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Good Bones 28 Years Later, Bone Temple, and the immortality of a better world

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A banner image for a blog post feature a brown block of color on the top half with the text reading: Good Bones wilhelminalibrary.substack.com Billie Sainwood the bottom half is a promotional image for the movie 28 Years Later the Bone Temple and the actor Ralph Fiennes naked to the waste and shaved bald screaming in front of a multitude of bone pillars

A new post up on the ol' substack about bones, hope, immortality, and 28 Years Later. Link in replies

The cover image, a charcoal and nearly white pale green photo of a person in profile in their pup hood. Their eyes are obscured by a scribble of the background colour over which the title is written in red, is accompanied by the following text LIKE BLOOD ON A DOG’S TEETH NIVIK January 21st, 2026 kithbooks.com “i want to feel you with alien skin just to touch the newness and strangeness of your flesh until i again know it for its sensitivity under this layer of warmth.” - Latex

like blood on a dog's teeth i love like a dog with blood on their teeth caught up in the immediacy of the scent, singularly focused and ever pursuing eyes dilated, wracked with frenzy, possession, instinct, insatiable. i am a dog in pursuit baying and howling, consumed by my quarry, the trumpet beckoning me on to settle the hunt and feast i am a starving dog following the trace of you. finally locked in my jaws i gorge and gratify. Drone (love in a gas mask) there is perfection in unblemished latex skin a mask that reflects the viewer in eyes that are closed knowing only your warm touch magnified and heightened to guide me. There is transfiguration in a creature relying on exclusively on your command to guide and position me. To be an empty shell where words like 'I' escape meaning. To respond to the pulls at my collar. To be an object at your disposal. To be the thing you use and direct. To have no will but yours. An emptiness and silence punctuated by breaths through a gas mask and what moans you command me make. Breathe life into my vents and filters and play god a while.

gentle i wish to live a quiet life stirred only by a gentle breeze that tickles wind-chimes in dulcet expressions and calls me to prayer yet here the gentility we build is surrounded by smoke and fangs and the roars of the bloodthirsty the peace i have this gentility i wish: the bloodthirsty remind you you only have this world because the wolves haven't come for you yet. they tolerate you for a while. in this shrinking, gentle world that hasn't yet turned to ash the desolate feeling (ever closer to the brink) that we must be quieter unhurried reasoning with those with bloodstained fangs in the hope they pass over our houses— (perhaps our bones and sinew are not yet offensive enough to warrant them gouging us.) i say to you these wolves will feast on us all— we must defend the last of this fragile world from these forests of ash and glinting teeth. we must defend our gentle peace our quiet and felicitous solitude by sharpening our teeth to meet the monsters' own. when the howls of the bloodthirsty are extinguished we can have our quiet peace again.

On a background of pale green is the muzzle of a person in pup hood and the following text LIKE BLOOD ON A DOG’S TEETH NIVIK January 21st, 2026 kithbooks.com No one teaches us how to age gracefully in the queer community; Nivik does the best job of it I've seen thus far. Their poems are elegaic exposés on an utterly new queer condition: what it's like to have loved and lost, to have danced until you're no longer the pretty young thing in the middle of the rave, to have had raw, unbridled intimacy in an age where the only epidemic people are worried about doesn't have to do with your sexuality. The animal imagery throughout, often classical, often beat, tells the tale of a dog who is lost and abandoned, found again, found again, and still possessing an immense, inane appetite. And whether you're a pup or a furry, a kinkster or a prude, a dom daddy or a sadistic sub, Nivik's poems are a dog unto themselves: they'll go for your throat, and you won't know until you're done whether their bite is one of love or of hunger. Or maybe they're both the same -Thurston Howl, Fenris Publishing

Brave and unflinching, Like Blood on a Dog's Teeth comes gracious & asking; From youth to adulthood, from lost pup to collared, Nivik reflects on bright lights and rough loves, the selfhood of aging, & all that it costs.
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Don't get me started on the original trans allies: the Magi

i think i'm gonna go to seminary

Pears and God’s Scumbags Week 1 of November Writing Challenge

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Blog image of rotting yellow greeb pears covered in brown black ants. above it in a burnt umber text box, in white lettering reads "Pears and God's Scumbags: Week 1 of November Writing Challenge

So every November I try to write 30 poems in 30 days and little recap essays on my substack.

In this one (Week 1) we talk about St. Augustine, Jonah, and Charles Peguey

And now nothing will grow here. Not even grass. Every seed in the Earth spits back out yellow and hard as bones or black as bruises. Every tuber and root sinks into the soil tight as dogs’ jaws and doesn’t come up. The soil is wounded and abused and unwelcome. So nobody plants. Billie Sainwood, The Great Blight of Yeats County, New York engenderedlitmag.com

"The Great Blight of Yates County, New York"
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The cover of the Billie Sainwood book What was eaten was given

"Love letter to my first crop top" The way you hold me stretched taut as canvas across. Flattering, honest. There is no hiding No cover for the stomach. Soft geometry. This is my body. Its unruly pop and bulge. It dares you to love. Gift from my ex wife. Once hers, now mine. Legacy. Woman to woman. Your strong cotton hands. Grip me and squeeze. Pull me tight. Lift me. Support me. Stomach horizon. Cliffs of breasts above ocean. My new tectonics. You show me new worlds. You gently teach me new tongues. The way you hold me.

Day 18 of the #sealeychallenge

August 18th- What was eaten was given, Billie Sainwood

@kithbooks.bsky.social makes beautiful books, and the poems inside this collection are funny and well-crafted

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kith in print ‘What is eaten was given’ cradles the past and prays into the future as context for a queer, trans life being lived to its fullest right now. Sainwood’s naked discussions of sex, mental illness, fear,...

Nothing, lover, will die with you.
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What was eaten was given Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood cover: a glistening raw liver on a drawing of a place setting outlined in white on a background of black. text: "The Sapphic Prometheus" The gods' mistake was saying forever and thinking they wouldn't have time to fall for each other. That a titan and an eagle couldn't find more in common than pain and a full belly if they had forever to figure out.

Sainwood’s naked discussions of sex, mental illness, fear, hope, & longing beg the reader into their own self reflection. Cis, trans, queer, straight, our bodies all pray to something. How do you worship? What lies deep inside you? What must you let out?
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Hell yeah!

Put a liver on a plate, that’s poetry

what was eaten was given Wilhelmina "Billie" Sainwood cover: a shiny liver sits on a white line drawing of a plate flanked by cutlery on a background of gloss black the cover image appears in a white circle surrounded by the words "EATEN GIVEN" in black all caps on white

Sainwood’s naked discussion of sex, mental illness, fear, hope, and longing begs the reader into self reflection. Cis, trans, queer, straight, we are sites of creation, deserving of worship. What lies deep inside you? What must you let out?
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A photo collage of 60+ book covers accompanied by the following text: kith est 2022 trans, queer, and disabled owned and operated submissions always welcome wim@kithbooks.com the funny little press making funny little books

Always happy to see Ryu Murakami on the timeline