Ranking The National Songs by How Much I’ve Cried to Them
Trying to get sober was like pulling teeth.
Trying to get sober was like pulling teeth.
This year feels like the first of many years where I begin to truly incorporate my partner’s cultural traditions into our family.
Building power across the lines of cis and trans teaches me that there are many people who will fight alongside trans people to win a better world.
It was a simple post. So simple and, in the grand scheme of it all, not super meaningful, and yet, I teared up.
The problem of having to have a body in the world again.
I don’t like to think about the endings, which is probably why I’m always haunted, always clinging to things that return even when I should pretend I do not see them.
But there are still days when I feel like I’m bad at it.
Is a soft butch a soft butch if she can barely hold even herself together? Is a soft butch a soft butch without her swagger?
Giving up caffeinated soda was one of the hardest parts of being pregnant.
I used to love grocery shopping after my divorce. I would buy things that only I liked.
(Stop writing about the Coke when what you’re really trying to write about is the end of a friendship and then another and then another.)
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.