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.
As we start to shift the narrative about raw honesty online about motherhood, I wish that queer moms opened up more about how hard it is to create their inner circle.
I will always love you, and I know you will always love me. Sometimes love isn’t enough.
A too rarely understood or acknowledged privilege, especially when so much LGBTQ+ discourse is about the power and importance of visibility, is the pleasure of invisibility.
Bikini Kill opened a door for me, a door that has stayed open ever since.
Leaving always compels you to look back, a final glimpse, a glance at what exactly you are leaving before you make the jump to part.
I’d avoided saris all my life. It was during the pandemic, when crop tops brought me a sense of freedom and gender euphoria, that I realized saris weren’t too far off.
The truth is, as hard as I ride for it now, there was a time when I couldn’t imagine living here anymore, too.
To really love anything, I think, is to run the risk of it not loving you back.
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.
In queer spaces, I cannot be disabled. In disability spaces, people ask if my spouse is my sister. I hope that someday I don’t have to choose.
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.
The story of how I joined theatre is like if the Disney Channel was dark and gay.
I’m 23, and I’m not sure if I’m on a date (I’m not).
Scrabble has always been an exciting way to show that my English degree might have meant something.
If I had a dollar for every therapist I’ve had, I’d probably have enough money to buy a relatively decent meal at a nearby bodega.
I had to figure out what it meant to reconnect with a body I’d always been afraid of.
I finally understood that the “normal” I was seeking was mythical and that my body was beautiful and precious the way it was.
I never imagined I’d have to get an IUI, or that there would be a silver lining.
When I was 12, men started to ask me for my number at the mall.