Karl and Me
This essay is not about Marx.
This essay is not about Marx.
In that crowd of spotlighted onlookers I was not alone.
Fans call him “The Unkillable Demon King.” They call him “god.” They chant “Faker Faker Playmaker” when he is winning.
The long-dead Ada does not need to be the only woman we know in STEM.
We push through our most stressful life seasons by watching our favorite Gilmore ones.
We kept walking and eventually heard the faint sound of a practice session coming from a small side court with bleacher seating.
I didn’t give a lot of thought to who was actually making the music I was relating to until BTS.
Maybe this is the part where I go to grad school or something.
Harry’s influence has allowed me to unveil aspects of my queerness that I did not know were hidden.
I wanted to give my audience that same assurance that everything was under control, that beauty and certainty could coexist.