A Heartbeat At My Feet
Carol was the best of me. She filled the gap between who I was and who I wanted to be: an animal unafraid to make the first move, loose and generous with her attachments.
Cherry Coke Triptych
Giving up caffeinated soda was one of the hardest parts of being pregnant.
Grind Culture Made Fizzy Energy Drinks My Toxic Writing Partner
This is not a cautionary tale or a poignant anecdote about finding myself amid waves of imposter syndrome
Beers I Drank From Ages 14 to 20 That Made Me the ‘Man’ I Am Today
Every punk party — whether it was in Ft. Lauderdale or Lake Worth or North Miami — had the exact same drink options. Either you were drinking Mickey’s or you were doing shots of Jack Daniels.
My Seltzer, My Self
Do you remember the first time you stumbled upon a satisfaction you tried to make entirely your own?
7 Pressing Questions I Have for Myself After Moving
In the week following my move from Miami to Orlando, I’d like to ask myself some urgent questions, like for example: Why do I own this many pairs of opera gloves and where the hell am I going to put them?
Give It Time, Delphine
To really love anything, I think, is to run the risk of it not loving you back.
What To Know Before You Get a Dog
When you first meet her, scared and sick and alone, you’ll know that if you don’t take her with you she’ll probably die. Of course, she’s going to die either way. Better to have a life with you first, you’ll decide. You’ll make it nice for her. You’ll try your best, at least.
Wild Cravings: Chicken Salad, Shrimp, and Soup
For my final (for now) installment of Wild Cravings, I leave you with three food memories set in Virginia, Norway, and New York.
Wild Cravings: The Lonely Cheeseburger
When I think of that time and place, those seven months in a Lakeview walkup, I think of those cheeseburgers, and I think of that friendship. Neither are really in my life anymore.
Wild Cravings: Memory Soup
For over two years, I’ve been searching for soup. A specific soup. A watercress soup I ate maybe a handful of times spread out over a handful of weeks in the spring of 2015.
My Gender is Maximalism
As these queer and trans bodies took up space on my walls, my queer and trans body felt free to take up space in the home itself.
Making Accessibility Part of My Home
Because the thing is, of course, that my feelings about all the accessibility stuff aren’t really about the stuff at all; my feelings are about the disabilities themselves.
I’m Finally Taking Up Space In My Own Place
On putting the safe decorations in the closet and letting my home reach its full gay potential. On taking up space in my own space.
Migration Season
“At the start of migration season the ruby-throated hummingbird has only one goal in mind – she has to almost double her body weight, in order to survive a treacherous trip across the gulf of Mexico. At the start of migration season, the black-haired filmmaker has but one goal in mind: build a strong enough case to survive the gauntlet of work-visa processing.”
Life, Death and Surrender: It’s Hard to Know When It’s Time to Say Goodbye
On losing a pet, resilience and vulnerability, human frailty and animal intelligence, and everything that goes into saying goodbye.
Drinking My Way Through Texas: A Beer Diary of Sorts
I can’t tell you about the head or what it has “notes” of. But I can tell you about some beers I really enjoyed, a few I didn’t, and the things that happened along the way.
A Prairie Homo Companion: To Be More Like A Dog
Your dog doesn’t care that you’re an anti-social drunk bookworm.