Where once my sexuality flourished in the spaces of the unknown, it is now content to be still.

“We do not have to do anything more to be worthy; we are worthy just because we are.”

34. Am I a granola bar lesbian?
35. *eats a candy bar* no

Bikini Kill opened a door for me, a door that has stayed open ever since.

My therapist asked me to please read Unmasking Autism and referred me to someone who does ADHD and autism screening.

I will never stop trying to tell our stories.

I had to figure out what it meant to reconnect with a body I’d always been afraid of.

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.

This is how it feels to come to art too late. It’s no longer an experience of immediate connection, but one of processing, of rewriting.

There are so many names I have been called that I now have taken on for myself. Call it reclaiming. I’m not sure what it is but it has largely to do with the work I’ve done on accepting my body for what it is, whether I love it or not.

More than a few fans I spoke with did say that if it weren’t for Bionicle they may not have come to understand their gender when they did.

I’m ashamed that I rejected real love that I had in my life because I couldn’t lose the security of heterosexuality and the validation I thought it bestowed on me.

When I got sober, I also thought I would be saving so much money. What happened instead is that I found different ways to spend my money.

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.

Kim and Lindsay’s friendship is the real love story of this series. I want them to end up as friends like everyone wants the leads to end up together in a romantic comedy. I shake with it.

But face-blindess is a bitch.

It was a lot like coming out later in life, but this time instead of going to a bunch of lesbian parties and hooking up with strangers, I’m staying up until 4 a.m. Googling shit like “how is Loki still alive.”

The haunted house persists in horror media for a reason.

In the five years since I ended that relationship I’ve reflected on how I got into it, why I stayed, and my own part in the failure of it.

This is about a high school job.