A Prairie Homo Companion: Snow is a Gender-Neutral Pronoun
I started feeling cold around the time I started feeling self-conscious.
I started feeling cold around the time I started feeling self-conscious.
“I continued to make intense eye contact with my interviewer, concentrating to the point of not blinking. To her credit, she did sometimes look down, but it was usually to take in my tie, skipping my face altogether.”
“Me too,” I could so easily say to the teenagers on that Edmonton LRT train: “Me too.” I had also wanted to leave, and I did; but then I came home.
“I get angry at myself for having feelings this big to begin with, and then I wrestle for a few hours with the unique mixture of self-loathing, rage, and sobbing.”
The exploitation of love, anxiety and poverty are the driving force behind another made up moneymaking holiday. ‘Merica!
“As it turned out, stuffing turkeys on the graveyard shift was a bonding experience that could not be transcended.”
On our first day, the Professor stepped onto the floor of the auditorium and said, “Raise your hand if you had sex last night!”
“If I wear my heart on my sleeve – and I do these days, much to the shock and dismay of a butch gone prematurely tender – then the sleeve itself is my masculinity.”
Perhaps you picture fraternities and sororities like Animal House or the House Bunny, but here’s a life lesson: life and movies often do not resemble one another.
“If you’re reading this and are currently in love with a tiny place that hasn’t loved you back yet, I want you to know that this is okay.”
“It wasn’t until I kissed the second girl that even my therapist at the time laughed at me and told me maybe it was time to accept that my sexuality was not as cut-and-dry as I’d always imagined.”
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.