The leftover swirls of emotion from the sheer queerness of the event, of the attendees, of the joy, are still sustaining me, even as Pride month comes to a close.

I hid behind instruments, computers, Whitney’s voice, Prince’s guitar. I sat in front of my computer surrounded by cassettes, illegally downloading songs, awkwardly whispering “I love you more than I know how to explain and I’m scared so here’s a mixtape I made you.”

It’s a weird time of the year for many of us in the Western Hemisphere, especially with the warmer climates we’ve been experiencing later and later in the year for certainly no reason at all. It’s not quite time for a toasty beanie (and I, for one, have gotten pretty sick of only wearing dad […]

“For a moment, I forgot about the summer of 2015. I forgot about the panic I experienced, the insomnia, the depression. We watched the new season of Orange is the New Black together and by the end of episode 12, it suddenly all came back.”