It’s Not Over Until It’s Over
The longer you stay alive, the more you learn about yourself.
The Baby Competition
“No kids, but four nieces.”
“Well, it’s different when it’s your own kids.”
Marigold Offerings: A Quick Review of Cemetery Boys
A simple joyful book about young queer love and identity against the colorful kaleidoscope of traditions that makes up Día de Muertos is even more radical than anything considered highbrow right now.
A Case for Christian Mysticism
We never had much time to celebrate or bask in the otherness of spirit.
Quittin’ Time
There’s a difference between dusting yourself off and staying down because your leg’s broken.
Heaven’s Eye
It’s safe to say they’re well aware of the power of the stars.
Yes, Steve from Blue’s Clues Made Me Cry
Like seemingly every other millennial on Facebook, I found Steve.
The Week of the House Husband
All these things are as small as a whisper yet feel as nourishing as a full breath of spring air.
Homework
This is a picture of healing.
Younger Me and Billie
He would probably have tried to convince Mom to let him dye his roots green.
When One Tomb Closes, Another One Opens
Who needs an institution that goes after a lamenting, struggling Black woman?
We Don’t Owe Them Sh*t. Change My Mind
You are so much more than a talking point.
I Like. Good. Smut and I Can Not Lie
What better way to learn about something so very intimate and human than through storytelling?
Thunder and Lightning
I’ll even dance with you if you need because none of us are dry.
A Perfect Ending: A Review of Japan Sinks 2020
There’s no cosmic explanation, for better or worse.
Oxygen for the Soul
If we breathe disbelief and dismissal into the faces of marginalized people who are gasping for air, we are denying them so much more than simple affirmation.
Blessed Be Your Samhain
So I’ll wrap some twigs in newspaper and set them alight atop a log to watch them burn while the veil hangs thin.
Thank God I’m Funny: On Being Trans and Hilarious
At best, I’m mildly amusing. At worst, I’m lazy internet trash whose only claim to a comedy crown is stolen memes.
Run Boy Run: Reflections on Personal Evolution
I started being an English teacher abroad, then I stopped. Then I started being a nuclear electrician’s mate, then I stopped. I started being a butch lesbian, then I stopped.
