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…
I used to love breakfast. Toast with butter and strawberry jam. Cinnamon raisin bread with a smattering of cinnamon sugar. Scrambled eggs with cheese and sausage, pancakes with fresh fruit,…
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.
“I wanted to have nightmares about monsters or mass shootings. It was too embarrassing — in the midst of global catastrophe — to be concerned with something as frivolous as…
