Grind Culture Made Fizzy Energy Drinks My Toxic Writing Partner
This is not a cautionary tale or a poignant anecdote about finding myself amid waves of imposter syndrome
This is not a cautionary tale or a poignant anecdote about finding myself amid waves of imposter syndrome
There are so many good songs about drinking but none about seltzer, have you noticed that?
Every punk party — whether it was in Ft. Lauderdale or Lake Worth or North Miami — had the exact same drink options. Either you were drinking Mickey’s or you were doing shots of Jack Daniels.
Where once my sexuality flourished in the spaces of the unknown, it is now content to be still.
Do you remember the first time you stumbled upon a satisfaction you tried to make entirely your own?
46. Look at the menu beforehand.
There are some lessons we don’t have to learn the hard way when people have already done the work to teach us.
Burnout is not simple tiredness. It is malaise and unexplained pain. It is a theft of spirit and the creative body.
By which I mean I am a lesbian who likes to look at and hold cool rocks — not that I am a lesbian into cool rock ‘n roll, but I’m sure those lesbians are great.
The haunted house persists in horror media for a reason.
There were a few months where my mother, who lives back in Bangladesh, stopped talking to me after stumbling across some essays I’d written about my queerness. This confusing and heartbreaking time was when I truly understood the value of having a queer chosen family and support system.
I was in love, then I wasn’t. One night, after a big fight. I got on my bike to make the short trek home and a song came to me.
I am in the business of writing honestly, especially about the things that hurt — heartbreak, disappointment, shame, poverty.
Lying on that rigid ol’ mattress, I realized: I’m transgender. Then one day without my permission, I found myself being me.
Sky Dancers were just the kind of aggressively feminine toy I was unconsciously obsessed with.
Up until a few months ago, I never felt very strong. I was a fat kid who grew into a fat teenager, and now I’m a fat adult.
The more I played, the more characters I made friends with, the more I liked my new name.
There have been times when I’ve genderf*cked a little too close to the sun.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve held a silent tradition of closing out each year with a word.
The game is simple, really.