It’s official. This cold is bumming me out.
We’re not even sick of each other.
New Year! New Me!
It’s sometimes funny, the things we find ourselves feeling attached to…
I need to go to heckin’ therapy.
The thing about leaving is that the ghosts tend to stick around.
…I know. I know. Jealousy is a toxic and entirely unfavorable emotion.
As if there’s value in being a person who never needs anyone.
I’ve been trying to keep up with my writing, but the news is making me sad…
Why push each other down when we all need some heavy lifting?
I’m having a hard body week.
“I’m often made to feel that to be great, I have to do more than anyone else, better than anyone else, with less help than anyone else.”
“We’re queer because we know and say that we are — not because we satisfy a series of credentials.”
“I loved everything about swimming lessons and fun in the pool. Well — almost everything.”
A quick “I love you.”
“I know the difference between a party that’s celebrating me and a party that’s exploiting me.”
A quick look back at A-Camp X!
Physical touch is not about niceness, it’s about intimacy. It’s not owed. It’s considered.
“Of all the awful ways to be insulted in this body I gotta say: I’m most frequently bummed out by folks who think they’re being nice.”
“I’ve grown to love reading my horoscope.”
“There are very few things I love more than being tattooed.”