Queering Time: The Offering of ‘Kairos’
We all know how a certain kind of kiss can eclipse time.
We all know how a certain kind of kiss can eclipse time.
Essays about turning 30 are almost as annoying as essays about moving to or from New York.
USPS has been sending my mail to my ex.
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.
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.
My ex and I mutually proposed to each other on Christmas last year.
There’s a certain kind of comfort to me in dishevelment.
When I was in fourth grade, I got in trouble for discussing how fast my body would decompose if I was stabbed.
The woods are Escape. They have always held my personal ideal of “freedom” cradled in their branches.
A free Palestine means a freer world.
Author Kristen Arnett writes on growing up in a house where books were banned and becoming a queer librarian in Florida.
If you had to make me into a pie chart, being queer and loving *NSYNC are basically the same size.
I’ve been dredging through the remains of my life since my ex and I started living in this house four years ago.
I committed to stepping off the relationship escalator, but I didn’t commit to being celibate, okay?
I still have a hard time saying: I am a writer. I am an artist.
My ex and I worked out a separation agreement over the course of those months and signed it in August.
My therapist asked me to please read Unmasking Autism and referred me to someone who does ADHD and autism screening.
This task has sent me down a strange spiral of doubling and fractured memory underscored by a homoerotic hum MUCH LIKE THE MOVIE ITSELF.
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.
But face-blindess is a bitch.