Transition Is Allowed To Feel Bad Sometimes
Realistically, I understand that if you do something for 11 months, the chance that you’ll feel good for every second of those 11 months is zero.
Untethered: You Need Help
Asking for help, the kind that requires another person to set aside time for me, to exert themselves physically, feels as easy as touching a hot stove.
The Big And
If time is blurry, and I think it is, then so is everything else.
Untethered: A Great Lady
I’ve been eulogizing, just to myself, in the moments between other moments that are claimed by tasks or thoughts of the present or literally anything else.
Queering Time: The Offering of ‘Kairos’
We all know how a certain kind of kiss can eclipse time.
For My 30th Birthday, I Moved Back to New York
Essays about turning 30 are almost as annoying as essays about moving to or from New York.
Untethered: Mercury Retrogayde
USPS has been sending my mail to my ex.
Gaza, We Carry You With Us
Every few days, Healthcare Workers Watch sends me a google drive folder with lists of names and photos of healthcare workers killed and abducted in Gaza.
The Unexpected Loneliness of Getting Divorced
I wondered if my friends were afraid that the honesty it takes to face that a relationship needs to end might be contagious. If they stood too close to me, they might realize they wanted to take a closer look in that mirror too.
Untethered: I Have To Stop Getting Engayged or Married on Holidays
My ex and I mutually proposed to each other on Christmas last year.
Untethered: In Defense of a Messy Bed
There’s a certain kind of comfort to me in dishevelment.
Where Are All the Scream Kings?
When I was in fourth grade, I got in trouble for discussing how fast my body would decompose if I was stabbed.
Untethered: Into the Woods
The woods are Escape. They have always held my personal ideal of “freedom” cradled in their branches.
My Jiddo Fled Palestinian Genocide so I Could Be Free
A free Palestine means a freer world.
Before and After the Library
Author Kristen Arnett writes on growing up in a house where books were banned and becoming a queer librarian in Florida.
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.