The Posts I Didn’t Write
I almost wrote about the aquarium, about my approaching wedding, and about my cats one more time for good measure.
Chappell Roan Helped Me Love My Gayness
My hands shook as we waited for another three hours on a field in Charleston to see someone who at this point could still be a mythical creature.
The Post-Adoption Transformation Effect
I thought she would just be sweet and snuggly, but turns out she is a Grade-A goofball who’s in cahoots with my other Grade-A goofball.
Chappell Roan Made Me Gayer
What I will say is that it’s very gay and very tragic. But not tragic because they’re gay.
Five Easy Steps to a Light Workout
Now that the pre-workout has worn off enough that you can stop running to escape the impending explosion of your beating heart, pull out some weights.
Where Some People Know Your Name
My dad is really good at picking out restaurants. I think he has a different Yelp app than the rest of us.
Confronting Life with an Orange Cat
All I could do was cry as this small orange cat decided that I was trustworthy.
Confronting Mortality with a Gray Cat
Even though I needed him to save me, I know he needed me to save him.
Baby Queer’s First Drag Show
She laughed and said “Finger guns.” To which I responded “Bisexual finger guns.”
The Greatest of Us All
I don’t know if they all liked it, but it was my birthday.
I Am Mrs. Nesbitt
Looking for my first job, it felt like Indeed was saying to me, “YOU ARE A TOY.”
Ode to the Atlanta Driver
While this might seem like an emergency scenario, it was, in fact, because there was no parking next to a music venue for Ubers to pick up drunk patrons.
