On *NSYNC and Being a Lesbian Who Loves Boy Bands
If you had to make me into a pie chart, being queer and loving *NSYNC are basically the same size.
Untethered: On Living Alone, Reimagining Family
I’ve been dredging through the remains of my life since my ex and I started living in this house four years ago.
Untethered: In Pursuit of Abject Sluttiness
I committed to stepping off the relationship escalator, but I didn’t commit to being celibate, okay?
You Came Out As Queer; Now Come Out as an Artist
I still have a hard time saying: I am a writer. I am an artist.
Untethered: On Miss Havisham-Style Decision-Making
My ex and I worked out a separation agreement over the course of those months and signed it in August.
Untethered: The Gelatinous Descent
My therapist asked me to please read Unmasking Autism and referred me to someone who does ADHD and autism screening.
How Many Times Did I See Black Swan in Theaters While Closeted? An Investigation
This task has sent me down a strange spiral of doubling and fractured memory underscored by a homoerotic hum MUCH LIKE THE MOVIE ITSELF.
After We Watched Barbie
Transitioning to a man in a predominately white world makes me resentful. Genders are floating worlds, and I am doing gender somewhere I do not belong.
Untethered: In Pittsburgh Everyone Knows Everyone and I’m Sure I Do Too
But face-blindess is a bitch.
Do You Have Fire?
While the rest of my family stayed buried in the grief of continuing to live in the physical home where my brother had just died, I got to fly away. Run to the wild gardens of Berlin. Wear men’s clothes as if they were the only pieces of clothing I ever owned.
Just Waiting To Be Found
For my entire childhood, I spent every summer in the Appalachian Mountains.
10 Mountain Goats Songs, Ranked by Transness
I’m not alone in my obsession with finding themes of gender oppression and transformation in their raw, high-wire, indie-rock lyrics about tragedy, monstrosity, drugs, and sickness.
Untethered: Turning Dancing, D&D, and Body Piercings Into Friendships
One of the things about not having spent significant time being single is that my friends have often been tangled up with partners.
Sad in a Prettier Place
A big reason for my move was the fact that I’m immune compromised. Instagram’s creepy algorithm delivered me an image, “moving won’t solve your problems, you’ll just be sad in a prettier place.”
You and Me Against the World
The first time I told you I was queer. You didn’t speak to me for 24 hours.
What To Expect When Your Friends Are Expecting (as a Childfree Queer)
As my community transforms, I’ve developed a curiosity on how to transmute isolation into connection.
Leaning Into Pleasure at the Janelle Monáe Listening Party
The leftover swirls of emotion from the sheer queerness of the event, of the attendees, of the joy, are still sustaining me, even as Pride month comes to a close.
Overheating: Leaving My Home State of Florida
I have not given up on Florida, even if for now it is best we spend time apart.
Porkchop’s Odyssey: On Fatness, Transness, and Pants
This snapshot sits on a shelf in the back of my mind. I keep it in an album called “euphoria.” It includes moments – me in my first bowtie at my college graduation, me on my wedding day, me in the mountains with my first jean jacket. In each, I am myself.
Making An Independent Documentary About Queer Women Is Like Jumping Without A Net
I will never stop trying to tell our stories.