The (Over)Thinker: On How To Be A Human With Another Human
I wrote a letter to myself about over thinking in a relationship. Maybe I wrote this letter to you as well.
I wrote a letter to myself about over thinking in a relationship. Maybe I wrote this letter to you as well.
Everything’s gonna be super duper.
I regret nothing.
“Coming out never ends, and for some of you it hasn’t even begun.”
“The truth is that it does bother me that my parents are pretending that I’m dead—probably more than I’ve been willing to admit.”
“There is no better feeling than knowing you can’t do something, just knowing it to the core, and then surprising yourself because you can.”
“I called it sexual assault at first. Sexual assault seemed less damning, less permanent.”
Facebook has locked me out of my account for being a part of a peaceful, compliant, and legal protest in Washington, DC.
Sometimes you just want a role model.
In the rural South, the word “tomboy” is basically a euphemism for “She’s genderqueer, and she may or may not grow out of it. Hell if we know.”
What can we reasonably expect from our relatives when it comes to voting?
“Since the nuances of personal responsibility seem to escape so many people, let’s go through it. Let’s figure out rape jokes.”
“I’m all about Lisa Frank right now because of what she means to my understanding of gender, sexuality, and the fluid nature of both.”
On unchecked discrimination, privilege and ignorance. How do you begin to change a world that thinks it’s already changed?
“When they see you happy, they’ll accept it,” someone told me once. When there are tears about something unchangeable, people can only be optimistic. It’s the only thing that is left.
I have a lot of feelings about Drake. And now that I’ve seen him live, I have about a million more.
“It’s like I’ve got an internal switch that flips and not everyone has it, and if you don’t it’s almost impossible to explain.”
“It’s like diet-cunt, because cunt is the Queen Bitch.”
“The summer after I turned thirteen, I decided that exactly two things needed to happen in order for my life to matter: I needed Rosie Collins to like me, and I needed my parents to send me to Bible Camp.”
“I wanted this camp to turn me into a rock star.”