Tboy Mag: Issue #4

Saturday, December 20th, 2025

A magazine cover showing a blurry picture of a masc-presenting white guy’s face. He has a blue baseball cap on backwards and he’s pulling his front lip down to show off a large black bruise. His bottom front teeth are slightly wonky. There are two large crosses made of black tape covering his eyes. The photo has been tinted blue, pink and white and large, graffiti-like writing has been written across the whole page, spelling out “mutilation is creation” in all caps. The title of the zine, Tboy Mag, is written across the bottom of the page at an angle, in the same font as the letters on a letterman jacket. The letters are white, against a black background. A small picture of Snoopy with headphones on is sitting in front of the letter A in Mag, and Woodstock is sitting on top of the letter G. On top of the B in Tboy, there’s a picture of a Black skater doing a skateboard trick, with on of his legs kicking out towards the front of the page and partially covering some of the letters in the word Creation. At the very bottom right of the page, in small, typed lettering, are the words “Issue #4”.

Cover, created by Logan C. Ross (He/Him)

An image of a page ripped from the Bible. The page is upside down, and there are various drawings scribbled over it in black marker. The page has also been taped to the wall. On the top left corner is a drawing of a person’s torso, showing them putting on a binder. The binder has pink, blue and white stripes drawn on in pencil. Just below the drawing is a speech bubble that says “he/him” inside. On the top right, the words “I am my own creation” have been written in all caps, with creation underlined. The top right corner of the page has been ripped off as well, and pink and white lines have been drawn on the wall, as if potruding out of the page. In the middle of the page, covering up most of it from top to bottom is a full figure drawing of a person’s body, where they are wearing nothing but underwear. On the borrom right, there’s another drawing of a person’s torso. The person is fat, with tattoos on their arms, and a speech bubble next to them says “it/its” inside. Other drawings include a badge that reads “he/they” with pink, blue and white lightning bolts surrounding it; eyes (both realistic and cartoon looking); and other lines and scribbles. The words “you can just change” with a smiley face are written near the bottom left of the page.

Page 2, created by Micah Aspen (It/They/He), 27

Tumblr: @a-boy-called-micah

a gif of a crudely drawn torso, covered in dots. The torso isn’t moving, but the linework is, giving it a slightly flickering appearance. There’s a group of small, black dots drawn across and underneath the nipples, where top surgery scars would be. There are also larger, red and blue dots covering the rest of the body; the blue dots are covering the hips, with a few red dots here and there. The rest of the red dots are around the arms and across the neck.

Page 3, created by elijah rocks (He/Zir), 15

A story titled “Brotherhood” written in black writing against a white background. Though the story is technically prose, each line is followed with a backslash like a poem. The story reads: “i lived at the college fraternity dorm / with two men / soft faced and grey eyed / with sharp edged bones / and slender fingers / i was nineteen then / swinging my legs / in the brook of boyhood / when i met them / we were brotherhood sculpted / out of our femininity / like the fall of icarus / to his death / carved out of / bones and flesh / and they were the dirt / my shoes were painted with / we were inseparable / like white tissues soaked in / bright red colour: there were cracks in the walls / of the room where / i and esther slept / but one day / he brought over / a bucket of wall putty / and blue paint / and we dipped our hands / into the bucket / the putty seeped into / the scarred gaps / between our fingers / as we patched up the cracks/ and painted the pink wall / light blue / we taught each other / how to wash the adhesive / off our backs / at night / when everyone was asleep / and there was no noise / to keep the sound of the tap / running fast / we washed the blood off our boxers / and slept with warm rice / on our bellies / and his hands on mine. year one / was particularly difficult / eliot learnt / for the first time / how to speak / without fumbling over / his words / searching for / the right tone / and he taught each one of us / how to wear flannel shirts / and how to pack / every morning / as we got dressed up / he tied our ties / with the gentle hands / of a man / and the sun fell on our kitchen table / as we downed yet another cup / of latte / and shoved the apple pie / into our mouth / and on days / when the world felt / a little too blank / we curled up on my bed / with blankets / and the warmth of our skin / against each other / like the sand against the tides. i slept / with the boy i liked / in second year / and esther and i / didn't speak for a week / i missed the way / he'd teach me / how to check the fitness / of a blazer / and the way he'd ruffle my hair / that week / i had to wash my boxers alone / and getting the stain off / without him was strangely unbearable / the boy i slept with / his name was charlie / and even though/ i wanted to stop thinking / charlie's hands / felt so much / like esther's / and the moment his arms were / around my shoulders / i saw esther / standing far away / at the edge of a burning bridge / and my vision blurred / when he kissed me / as i could only / see esther / and his shadow.” End text. At the bottom left of the page is a black and white image of two boys sitting beside each other. The picture has been photocopied, so a lot of the detail has been lost, but the general image of them hanging out together is clear. The boy on the left has his hand raised, like he’s demonstrating something, and the boy next to him is bent over with his head in his hands, perhaps laughing at what the other is saying. The writing sits around the image. There are two stars drawn on the bottom right of the image, in black crayon.
The story continues as follows: “i wanted to keep esther / like a secret in my throat / i wished i could yank at it / and tear / my memories / apart / or swallow them / like the twilight sky / ate away the night / i wished/ he would speak / to me / just once / and i wouldn't dare / to utter my dreams of us / laying on the grass / bare-chested / pouring mud into our shoes and / digging up / the earth / to plant / a laburnum tree / i would just / hold his hand forever / and smoke / a cigarette or two / or maybe none / but he didn't speak to me / there was something animalistic among us / eliot binded me with a tape / that week / and he taught me / how to wear eyeliner / and smudged it / near the corner of my vision / and his hands felt soft on my back / he showed me / how to change the tires / of his truck / and he brushed my hair / and spoke about our / brotherhood / and how/ i held him and esther / together / like the string of a kite / coated with glass. in third year / charlie was a chapter / i had long read / throughout spring and summer / but fall tasted / like yearning / through every bone of my ribs / through every teeth that wanted / to bite down / my promises / that fall / esther and i / finally spoke / he took me to the forest / and we fell against the ground / as i tackled his weight over me.” End text. Like the previous image, there’s a black and white photocopied picture of two boys in the bottom left corner, this time walking together across the page. Next to them is another crayon drawing of a star and a squiggle.
This time, there is a black and white photocopied drawing of twoboys at the top of the page. They are sitting/lying across a thick crayon line drawn diagonally across the whole page. The boy on the left is sitting with his knees up to his chest, and the boy on the right is lying flat on his back with his arms and legs hanging down over the line. The story continues as follows: “he was crying / his eyes were bloodshot like a deer struck by a car / at the side of the road / it was a testament / to our fleeting boyhood / he jabbed a blow / or two / at my chest / where it felt flat / and he kissed me/ on my face / my fingers / on my thighs / he kissed me / everywhere / and that night / we washed the adhesive / off each other's backs / the tape was sticky / and he chopped my hair /i chopped his / he kissed me / again / and when i told him / about seeing his face in charlie's/ he cried again / and i was starting / to forget our names / as his fingers pressed against my face / and he kissed me over / and over / and over / and i swear / i had never seen him cry like that.” End text. The second half of the page is blank, in the middle of which credits “Atlas” as the writer in bold, black writing. There’s a diagonal row of three crosses drawn in crayon near the bottom right of the page.

Pages 4-6, created by Atlas (He/Him/They/Them), 16+

Tumblr: @rottensanctuary19

Atlas's Quora

digital drawing of a humanoid robot, bare-chested and wearing black sweatpants. There are jagged, blue top surgery scars across their chest and they are painted blue, pink and white. Blood is also splattered across them, covering their chest and face. Only one eye is visible on their face, with the rest of their face shrouded in darkness. The eye has a steely look of determination in it. Surrounding their head is a halo of barbed wire. On arm is raised just below where their mouth would be, as if protecting their face, while the other arm remains at their side with their fist clenched. Behind and around them are ghostly looking angel wings. In the top left corner, the signature “killjonstruct” is written in light blue writing.

Pages 4-6, created by KilljoyConstruct (He/They/It), 21

Instagram & Tumblr: @killjoyconstruct

An image of a page from a book titled “Female-to-Male Transexualism” by Dr. Leslie Martin Lothstein. The page begins on chapter 2, which is titled “Historical, psychological and medical issues.” Subtitles “Historical instances of women who impersonated men” (which is written in bold) and “Historical, literary and mythological examples” (which is written in italics). Some of the lines on the page have been highlighted in yellow marker, which will be indicated with “highlighted” and “end highlight” tags throughout the text. The text reads as follows: There is considerable historical (Warnes and Hill, 1974; Bullough, 1975, 1976), literary (Weigert-Vorwinkel, 1938; Kubie, 1974), and mythological (Green, 1969) evidence suggesting that women have successfully impersonated men, crossdressed as men, and wished to change their sex. Vague (1956) has described the phenomenon of female gender role and identity disturbances as not of recent origin but “un mal ancien.” Bullough (1976) describes the (highlighted) Amazon women who at the age of eight had their right breasts burned off so that they could fire a bow (end highlight) with greater accuracy. Boswell (1980) also cites several examples from Roman civilization; for example, Martial, who (highlighted) “describes a lesbian who can outdrink and outeat any man, plays at male sports, wrestles, can lift heavier weights than a man, and who ‘put it to’ eleven girls a day; (end highlight) and Lucian who portrays Megilla as shaving her head and boasting that (highlighted) she is ‘a man in every way’.” (end highlight) He also cites a practice in the Muslim world (highlighted) “of dressing pretty girls to look like pretty boys by cutting their hair short and clothing them in male attire.” (end highlight) Some of the more exotic historical examples of women who impersonated male roles (with varying degrees of success) have been described by Bullough (1976). His examples include, (highlighted) “an English army surgeon… who at his death was found to be a woman; Charles Parkhurst, a stage-coach driver in the West who on his death was found to be a female”; Lucy Ann Slater, alias the Rev. Joseph Lobdell, “who regarded herself as a man, and married a woman”; John Coulter, (end highlight) who was successfully— End Text. The rest of the text continues in the second image.
The text continues on as follows: married for twenty-nine years (highlighted) “without her wife realizing her husband was a female”; Murray Hall, a Tammy Hall politician who “lived as a man for 30 years so successfully that her daughter did not know her father was a woman” (end highlight); Sophia Hedwig, who in the 1880s (highlighted) actually had surgery (end highlight) performed in order to enhance her transition to maleness; and finally (higlighted) David Cook, “who was picked up for draft evasion only to be exposed as a woman.” (end highlight) Elias (1936) described the case of (highlighted) Nicholai de Raylan (a male impersonator) (end highlight) who, as secretary to a Russian Consul, married two women who believed him to be a man. (end highlight) De Savitsch (1958) noted that “in some women, like George Sand, transvestism may be limited to the adoption of a masculine name only.” (highlighted) In other women, like Joan of Arc, the inner yearnings to be a man were focused on her wearing of male clothing. (end highlight) Indeed, Mary Walker “became the first American woman to be commissioned an Army Surgeon and (highlighted) the only woman expressly granted Congressional permission to wear man’s clothing” and who “in spite of considerable hostility and ostracism… continued to dress and act as a man.” (end highlight) There was also the story of (highlighted) Pope John VIII (end highlight) (also known as Pope Joan), who, impersonating a man, became Pope and, it was rumoured, died in 855 C.E. (highlighted) during childbirth in front of a crowd of people. (end highlight) Henry Fielding (1960) also wrote a novel entitled (highlighted) Female Husband (end highlight) which was based on a true story of a woman who impersonated a man and (highlighted) married several “unsuspecting women.” (end highlight) Finally, there was the autobiography of (highlighted) Radclyffe Hall, which described “the tragedy of a girl with transvestic homosexual instincts being born to parents who desired a son” (end highlight) (Hall, 1929). End text. At the bottom of the page is an explanation about the two pages above that reads: “Excerpt from Female-to-Male Transexualism (1983): historical, clinical and theoretical issues by Dr. Leslie Martin Lothstein. Even back in the 1980s, psychologists knew that FTM individuals existed throughout history, though unsurprisingly, the book refers to (what we now call) trans men as “male impersonators” or “female transsexuals”. End text.

Pages 8-9, created by Aidrian G. (He/Him), 24

Instagram & Tumblr: @transguyarchive

Link to the Trans Guy Archive

a digital drawing of a grey werewolf, standing on its hind legs and facing frontwards. The wolf is very muscular, with a fat belly, and red top surgery scars on its chest. Its right paw (your left) is raised upwards, slightly clenched so that its claws are curled into its palm. Its head is also raised, its mouth open in a snarl and showing off its sharp teeth. Its eyes are bright yellow. The background is a simple beige colour. In the bottom left corner of the page is the signature and date (2025).

Page 10, created by Anthony Holmes (He/Him), 26

Instagram: @anthonymakessomeart

Bluesky: @tonymakessomeart.bsky.social

A story written in two columns, enclosed by a white square. The white square sits in the middle of a blue background (which has multiple gradients of light and dark blue like an early morning sky). Above the white square is the title “The Princess and the Knight” with “Part 4” written underneath in smaller letters. The story reads as follows: ““I am not entitled,” she squeaked. “I’m asking! Begging! Please! I don’t know who else to turn to! You’re the only one! The only one!” The dragon said nothing. Something in her bearing seemed to speak to it, and it inclined its head. “All right. I have rarely known a royal human to be humble. Tell me what you want. Is there an army you want slain?” “No.” “A tyrant you wish me to overthrow? It would not be the first time you have turned to me when your own strength is not enough.” “No…” “Then, you wish my wisdom? It has been a long time since I was asked of the past. But I have lived nearly a thousand years, and I have seen many things. Do you want to know of some glorious ancestor? A connection to a distant throne? Royal blood over the generations? Such things are important to you, are they not?” “No,” the princess shook her head. “I want you to make me a knight!” Her desperate declaration rattled through the swamp and the dragon gave her a long, hard look. “I am not a knight,” it said. “But you’ve fought them! Again and again and again! You’ve battled them and sent them back! No one knows more about knights than you except the knights themselves!” “That is true,” the great beast conceded thoughtfully. “They are quite the pest. And you wish to join their number?” “More than anything.” The dragon turned, and for a moment, she thought it was going to fly away. But instead, it curled like a cat and sat upon the ground with a heavy thump. “Tell me,” It said. “Tell me why.” The princess was shocked. Of all the people she had asked, none had ever asked her why she wanted to be a knight. They’d only ever told her that she couldn’t. “Because it’s what I am…” She whispered softly. “It’s what I long to be! I was born to silk and lace, but I hate it! I hate every moment of it! I hate what I am, and I hate what people have made me! When they tell me what a charmed life I’ll have, I want to be sick! They’re going to marry me off one day, and then I’ll have children, and live in a castle, and go to balls! Balls! But no one ever asked me if that was what I wanted!” Her fists clenched, and there were tears in her eyes. “I’m not a princess, I was just born as one!” “So instead, you want to be a killer?” The question stabbed her like a blade, and her gaze snapped up to meet the beast’s.” End text. At the very bottom of the page, the credit “Forgotten Writer” is written in small writing along with the tumblr tag @forgottenwriter.

Page 11, created by Forgotten Writer (She/Her)

Tumblr: @forgottenwriter

A collage of various body parts edited together into one full person. The person’s face is covered by an orange star, but long, frizzy hair can be seen around it. The rest of their body is naked. They are white, skinny, with hairy legs and a black redacted sign covering their chest (yet with the underside of their breasts slightly visible). Their vagina is uncensored. One leg is visible, and their wearing a converse shoe that has been edited onto their body. The other leg is partically hidden by a black backpack covered with various pins. The whole picture has a filter over it, making the body look slightly like it’s being viewed through a body heat camera. Surrounding the person are the words “Trans man like me” in large, green, grafitti-style writing.

Page 12, created by Logan C. Ross (He/Him)

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