Dorothy Allison, Your Florida Is My Florida
Bastard Out of Carolina was the book that made me want to become a writer.
I Got My Driver’s License Last Week, Just Like We Always Talked About
Or: A Love Letter to You and to the Moon (Who Does Not Wish To Be Photographed at This Time)
Cheers to the Birthday I Didn’t Think I’d Reach
I turned 30 last month. It was my first birthday in recent memory I actually planned for.
An Essay About Poltergeist but Actually It’s About My Dead Mom
Compared to my parents’ volatile relationship, their divorce, and the financial instability that came after it, being scared of ghosts seemed like a waste of time.
Speak Her Name and I Appear: The Bloody Mary in the Mirror
The bathroom in my grandmother’s house had no windows, so Stella deemed it perfect. She was the only one with any summoning experience. For a successful ritual, she said we needed total darkness.
My Body as Haunted House Metaphor
Horror movies, like many genres of entertainment, are deliciously, or not so deliciously, depending on where one sits, populated by tropes.
Playing Gay ‘Survivor’ in Florida Reminded Me of the Power of Play
Out-gay, Out-slay, and Out-sport are the three pillars of OUTVIVOR, a Survivor-inspired weekend birthed by OUT Sports, an Orlando queer sports league started by John Teixeira in 2018.
I Had a Spiritual Awakening at Sweat Tour
In many ways, the SWEAT Tour is an assertion that one’s enjoyment of sex and clubbing and music is more than a shallow hobby: It is a reminder that, amidst a terrifying world, we are allowed to make moments for pure fun.
All Girls Want To Eat Each Other
Cannibals, like lesbians, are feared for their selective appetites.
I Was Naive To Think I Could Shape It More Than It Could Shape Me
“Young and naïve, I looked towards magazines, media and the Internet to tell me about the world. I imagined what it might look like when I grew up and became a part of it, not realizing how literal or destructive that aspiration would become.”
A Heartbeat At My Feet
Carol was the best of me. She filled the gap between who I was and who I wanted to be: an animal unafraid to make the first move, loose and generous with her attachments.
The Gay Algorithm
What if TikTok really did make us all gay?
Play Parties Let Me Explore My Asexuality
Maybe I didn’t always know I was ace, but I can’t say there weren’t signs.
Twenty Years Later, Still Haunted by ‘Super Size Me’
Super Size Me really fucked me up as a kid. I am a fat, bummed out person who was a fat, bummed out child, and my mother was worried.
Toward a Definition of Fat Fetish
I look at my body in the mirror. Fat, yes. But desire is a crooked hook down my throat I cannot articulate.
The Gayest Thing I Ever Did Was Become a Florist
The art of floral design is beautifully queer-coded, and floristry is an art run and cultivated by the gays.
I’ve Always Loved Deception
As I begin my career as a therapist, I have to hide parts of myself.
I’m Going To Keep On Cruising at the Men’s Only Club
I’ve always been struck by the mostly silent language of cruising.
‘Inception’ Gave Me a Way To Dream
According to my memory, I saw Inception a total of six times in theaters.
When Passing Isn’t Impossible Anymore
What happens when you start to pass? And what happens when you decide that’s not the end-all-be-all anymore?