My New Year’s Resolution Was To Do More Drugs
I rang in the New Year with my friends, watching an endless stream of K-Pop music videos and eating lots of mushroom chocolate.
I’m Finally Living the Friend-Filled Summers I Grew Up Watching On-Screen
I was always especially envious of the way movies depicted childhood summers, like in Now & Then.
All the Time We Had
You always called me angel. At first I didn’t like that. It felt dysphoric, which was confusing, because you were trans yourself, “more” trans than me, having spent years on testosterone, having looked, even before any intervention, more like a guy than I ever could.
I Suddenly Hate Aging and It Makes Me Feel Like a Bad Lesbian
I don’t know when I became a vain person, but I swear I used to be better. Becoming a competitive athlete in my thirties has not helped.
Summer Is for the Midwest Princess
The only job a 16-year-old lifeguard really has is to kiss their coworkers and fuck around. Sadly, I took this job far more seriously than I should’ve.
The Sex of the Game
That competitiveness I felt with her, the joy I derived from getting in her head was, I realized later, erotic in its intensity, intimate in its knowledge. I wanted that hotheaded point guard to be my hotheaded girlfriend.
I Found My Family of Freaks
Every day, I get a little closer to having to say that final Goodbye to my gym family.
Without Poetry or Queerness, I Do Not Exist
When I write, when I kiss my girlfriend, when I read Carl Phillips, when I do poppers at the club, all of these things are me announcing my place in the family of things.
Everyone Deserves Sports
We cannot pretend trans people have not been athletes, and we cannot deny trans people access to this important sphere of life.
An Apocalypse Is a Great Way To Test a Relationship
“Lisbon would make a fantastic apocalypse city,” I said to my girlfriend as we struggled up and down the city’s cobblestone streets. Unbeknownst to me, the next day I would catch a glimpse of what Lisbon might look like during an apocalypse.
A Lifetime of Needles
I got my first trans surgery a couple months ago, and I went into FFS with as much curiosity about the experience as I had excitement for the results.
Step Into The Parlour, a Queer Shared Diary
The Parlour is a new weekly newsletter and column for paid members that invites you into a space for unfiltered, of-the-moment queer slice-of-life writing. Think of it like a diary passed between your favorite queer writers!
For Your Consideration: Roasting a Full Duck Because You Miss Your Dog
I’m a slob in the kitchen. I’m a slob in most domains of my life, but especially in the kitchen. I’ve always known this, but living with Lola made me forget just how bad I was.
I Forgive Myself for My Past Situationships and I’ma Keep Having Them
I’ve known for a long time that my mom’s lack of emotional availability was a setup for my romantic relationships.
I’m a Therapist, and I Have Imposter Syndrome, Too
I can have imposter syndrome and be a good therapist. In fact, I wouldn’t be a good therapist if I didn’t at least try to practice what I preach.
Am I Disabled Enough?
Even after we come to terms with our impairments, we’re still dogged by self-doubt.
What Watercoloring Has Taught Me
I’ve been fixated on rocks lately, among the landscapes.
20 Thoughts From My Twenties on My 30th Birthday
I’m 30 today! AH! I write that statement with an equal amount of dread and excitement bubbling in my chest.
10 Years Ago, I Had the Most Chaotic Valentine’s Day Plans Possible
Chicago, Winter 2015. I’m doing a cringe-worthy, cliche version of Living In Chicago In Your Early Twenties.
My First Queer Love Became My Personal Brand
I was fronting Pride campaigns and being put on a pedestal as some sort of representative of the queer community when all I’d done was fit into mainstream beauty standards and fall in love with my best friend.