Welp. It was fun while it lasted.
“HAPPY APOCALYPSE PARTY!”
Something people rarely tell you when you have a forever illness or a disability is that sometimes getting better doesn’t always feeeeel better.
On 2017 resolutions and coping mechanisms.
How about a new president-elect? How about a whole new world on another planet entirely?
A list of things I want for 2017.
“Not your president, huh?”
Let’s play similarities!
Imagine sitting your half-Black, half-Mexican child down to explain why you expect an old white guy to break into your house once a year.
“Did Andy tell you yet?”
Homo/transphobic society asks the same overdramatic question as ableist society.
Things I’m worried about when I visit Taiwan with my whole family, 1995 v. right now.
This is my box full of insecurities. I’m letting as many of them go as possible before 2017 because, well, you know.
“I love LA. Nothing could ever go wrong here.”
Thankful to be ungrateful.
Convince the privilege they’re oppressed? Check!
The Grease Bats react to the President-Elect.
Eff Trump, amirite? Here’s a story that has nothing to do with him! Yay!
But Dickens, what IS co-parenting?