Confessions of a Ghost
Instead of disappearing from my emotional responsibility, I’ve decided to embrace the full transparency of a ghost.
Instead of disappearing from my emotional responsibility, I’ve decided to embrace the full transparency of a ghost.
Elm Street was just another part of a society — our society, where people are taught to care very little for each other.
When you’ve reached the bottom of anything, you create a hollow.
Horror movies are for the depressed and anxious gays.
I had to learn how to feel safe in the world in order to bottom. For me, surrender is healing.
Forty hours of podcasts, musical numbers, and ice coffee stops later, and I’ve successfully made the painstaking move from Los Angeles to Orlando, Florida.
On queerbaiting, bisexuality, and Jennifer’s Body. This essay is an exclusive excerpt from the queer horror anthology It Came From the Closet, on sale next week.
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?
In my quest to destroy the body I had known, this new body was not safe from me either.
34. Am I a granola bar lesbian?
35. *eats a candy bar* no
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, and swirls of maple syrup.
Just after the overturning of Roe v. Wade, my doctor asks if I’m excited to have another baby.
I don’t know you. I never did. But I presume that in all of our family, perhaps, I am the only one who could even begin to understand you.
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 high school.”
I finally realized that it is completely possible to be asexual, experience some sexual attraction and enjoy sex — even if you’re only having sex with yourself.
When I read Middlesex, I felt that tinge of recognition I think a lot of queer and trans people look for when they realize something is different about themselves.
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.
On specific language, families, mispronunciations, and revisiting Jhumpa Lahiri’s “The Namesake.”
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.”