Say When
In the five years since I ended that relationship I’ve reflected on how I got into it, why I stayed, and my own part in the failure of it.
What My Spotify Wrapped Should Have Said
I’ve learned that a ranked list of songs can be just as powerful as an end-of-year journal entry.
Three Stages of Never Ever Doing Holiday Meals the “Right” Way
Holiday meals have always been mired in conflict for me.
Slow Takes: We Come to This Place for Magic
A movie theatre was the first reason I left my apartment after the 2016 election.
Finally — A Rainbow That Feels Like Home
I was in California for a conference when I heard about the Club Q shooting.
Goodbye to My Gallbladder
Happy Gallbladder Day on Autostraddle dot com! I’m glad you’re here and I’m glad my gallbladder is not.
“Dancing With the Stars” Fantasies I’ve Had About Various Phases of My Queer Life
As my opening number, I’m imaging a quickstep with JoJo Siwa. I have no explanation for this.
Homoerotic Friendships, Mosquita Y Mari, and the Things We Never Said
My friendship with her actually ended twice.
Why I’m Craving a Thanksgiving Sandwich 364 Days a Year
It’s November 2016, and I’m lonely and missing my family a lot more than I expected. I say I can’t come home for Thanksgiving for a mix of reasons.
We Need QTBIPOC Land Healing Projects
We have a responsibility to care for others. In land stewardship and land healing this means prioritizing accountability to Indigenous folks.
Working Out at a Strength Gym Has Been Great, but These Exercises Make Me Want To Scream
Even though I believe in complete body liberation and fat freedom, I don’t like to talk about my “I’ve been fat my whole life” baggage.
My Anxiety Turns Life Into a Horror Movie
Most of my fears are around dying, maybe because I don’t understand it.
Slow Takes: “Pen15” and Embracing Alternate Girlhoods
Watching the first season during what I considered my second puberty was miserable. I could acknowledge its effectiveness, but I felt alienated.
How it Ends
I begin to realize my relationship is over when my boyfriend starts cleaning his gun in our apartment.
Alone but Not Lonely at the Precipice of 30
Being 30 meant I was free. In my child mind, it was the ultimate age of adulthood. It meant that no one could hurt me anymore.
Black Girls Are Always at the Center of Horror
There is a haunting that black girls know.
The Seduction of Aliens
When I saw a UFO, I was 18 and it was the night before prom.
Here’s Why You Should Get a Nude Portrait of Yourself Done
We deserve to feel like art, to feel wonderfully made.
Empty Magic: Dessert
When I set out to write this series, I was expecting to come to some shining resolution documenting my now improved relationship with food. My relationship with food has improved, but it is not perfect.
I Rediscovered Fanfiction This Year and It Reconnected Me to My Inner Teen
The best version of myself wasn’t achieved through reinvention. It was achieved through acceptance.