Praise is an easy veil for danger to hide behind.
It’s not going great, guys.
Losing my religion has complicated my relationship with my parents.
For characters who would’ve been vilified in an older generation, but are celebrated in this one.
This is a post I don’t want to write, but I do. This, of all things, might be the one where I wonder if I’m letting you in on too … Continue reading Bi the Way
There are these moments, Reader, ones so far from what happened that I almost forget my own history. And then BAM! A word, an action, some split-second returns me, reeling, … Continue reading A Thousand Tiny Nameless Things
On being myself before I am anyone else’s or anything else.
Am I afraid to cut my hair because I won’t be pretty anymore? Yes.
There is literally no excuse for you not to vote.
Eyes transfixed on my phone, I cannot look away. I see your navy blue blazer, eyes shut and directed toward heaven. I do not know what frenzies circle your mind, … Continue reading Thank you, Dr. Blasey-Ford