Results for: no fucks to give
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It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere
You can’t see the stars in the city I live in, so I would spend my nights out on my balcony, drinking, letting my eyesight go slack and drift into the black.
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MISSED CONNECTION: Gay Brunch Apology
You: The two women from my past who I judged too quickly during a chance brunch encounter
Me: The dyke who apparently projected her own hangups about middle school onto you
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Welcome To The Dinner Party
I’m hungry to throw a dinner party. For now, there’s this. DINNER PARTY—a series of micro essays on food.
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I Thought About Leaving Florida — Learning About Our Queer History Convinced Me To Stay
The truth is, as hard as I ride for it now, there was a time when I couldn’t imagine living here anymore, too.
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Finding My Place as a Transmasculine Slut
Since coming out as trans, the idea of sex with cis guys has gotten more complicated: can I fuck a straight man if I’m transmasculine?
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My Jackie: On Yellowjackets and a Missing Friend
We met when I was 16 and she was 17. We weren’t dating, but we might as well have been. I’ve been thinking about her more than usual lately, ever since I found myself obsessed with Yellowjackets.
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When Thin is a Trans Requirement
Body fat is central to how we perceive gender. So what does that mean if you’re a trans person?
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Giving Poppers to Cis Women
“A cultural exchange from a person with a prostate to those without.”
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Four Months
“This was after that night, when I moved into the guest room with the little bathroom, when I moved my toiletries onto the shower floor, when I moved all the books I was reading, and my perfume bottles, my department-store boxes filled with eyeliner and lipstick. And I texted my spouse that we were separating and that I had moved into the guest room, and they called me and wanted to come back to the house and I said, ‘No, no, don’t, I don’t want you to,’ and then sat on the front porch smoking, waiting, as I had set the stage for another cinematic moment to happen. And my spouse did not come home.”
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Pay Attention to the Light Source
When I was 12, men started to ask me for my number at the mall.
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14 Knuckles: Always A Fistee, Never A Fister
My acceptance of my own pain allows me to have the kind of sex that is rooted in the specificity of my body. I don’t love the idea that I’ll never fist, but I do love the idea that every act of sex I engage with is collaborative. Queerness reminds me that there is no standard way to fuck or live.
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Making Amends with Valentine’s Day
I hid behind instruments, computers, Whitney’s voice, Prince’s guitar. I sat in front of my computer surrounded by cassettes, illegally downloading songs, awkwardly whispering “I love you more than I know how to explain and I’m scared so here’s a mixtape I made you.”
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Trans Fiction, Trans Imagination: Notes on (AcroYoga) Camp
Sitting there, eyes closed, I could feel the subtle movements of the two people I was touching. To my right—someone I’d never met. I’d glimpsed basketball shorts, ragged tee, short hair. Muscular, athletic body. My hand on an unfamiliar, living knee.
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14 Knuckles: Can Two Switches Have Sex?
Can two switches have sex? I think so, and I think there is something beautifully different about having sex with someone with whom sexual options are truly abundant.
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On 2018’s Britney Spears Diet Pepsi Cans and the Most Intense Gaslighting of My Career
I used to love grocery shopping after my divorce. I would buy things that only I liked.
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14 Knuckles: I Want to Buy You A Matte Black Audi
I was always thinking about them — what I’d bring, what I’d wear, what we’d do when we saw each other next. I wanted to dote and caress every moment of every day. I was willing to do damn near anything for them. I was consumed by what I can only term “I want to buy you a matte black Audi” energy.
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How Embracing Skincare Helped Me Get My Head Back Inside My Chronically Ill Body
“Everytime a healthcare provider said it to me, it came out of their mouth like that SpongeBob meme. LiStEn tO yOuR bOdY. Well, and I was tired of hearing what my body had to say.”
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Anatomy Of A Mango: Skin
There is a different level of intimacy and affirmation that I have found when having sex with other fat people. Thin people approach the fat body like a series of insecurities. They see the swell of a stomach or rolls of fat on the back and assume that you hate those parts of your body. When another fat person touches me, it is to be made whole.
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The Numbers in My Phone
I tried for a long time not to have a smart phone.
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Seeing the Wind: How It Feels To Be A COVID Nurse
The first time I took care of COVID patients, I felt helpless. I’d lost access to my purpose, to my spiritual practice that lives within deeply connecting to my patients. I felt undeserving of human connection. I’d become a “dirty” nurse.