Forty hours of podcasts, musical numbers, and ice coffee stops later, and I’ve successfully made the painstaking move from Los Angeles to Orlando, Florida.
On queerbaiting, bisexuality, and Jennifer’s Body. This essay is an exclusive excerpt from the queer horror anthology It Came From the Closet, on sale next week.
A special shout-out to the friend who said “you know you can just be bisexual, right?” when I was spiraling about whether I’d have to give up being gay altogether…
Over the past couple weeks, I’ve watched forty features and the first two episodes of a TV show. Yes, forty. Consider this list a reference, a collection of short reviews…
I’m ashamed that I rejected real love that I had in my life because I couldn’t lose the security of heterosexuality and the validation I thought it bestowed on me.
