No Todos Los Hombres
So I’m at the drugstore to pick up a couple of things, post-workday, post-workout, pre-shower, etc. As I’m crossing from one aisle into another, in my peripheral vision I see a man turn in my[...]
View ArticleYou Know My Parents Are Gonna Be the Death of Us All
I kept asking myself when I’d become such a cranky old fuck. All these smiling young people in their twenties, trying to live their lives and find their way to some semblance of happiness in[...]
View Article7 Lessons From About a Million Jobs
Because almost everything is interesting, because learning is the most interesting thing of all, and because I need health insurance in order to live, I’ve worked a lot of different jobs, in a lot of[...]
View ArticleThis Tangle of Thorns
There was a boy. There was always a boy. I saw things in people they couldn’t necessarily see themselves, and that included boys. This one was no different in that regard. I saw his need[...]
View ArticleMe, Too: Everything I Can Remember
A couple of days ago, Cindy Gallop tweeted this: Men: your girlfriends haven’t told you. Your wives haven’t told you. Your daughters haven’t told you. Your female colleagues haven’t told you. Your...
View ArticleApotheca
We heal one another. We do it invisibly, and often. And mostly without even knowing it. How many times has this happened, over the course of a life? How often have I healed something in[...]
View Article87 Different Ways
The tears that build but never crest. The unbearable sweetness of a child’s bedtime prayer, repeated some 55 years after the fact. The sensation of being entirely without skin, crumpled, spat upon —...
View ArticleBuoyancy: After the Void
There’s nothing like emerging from a vast, abysmal, months-long depressive period to make a girl feel brand new. Touched for the very first time, etc. Inside the void it’s tough to get excited about...
View ArticleEverything is Fine
I miss the way we used to be. You and I, we could count on each other in our watertight dreamspace. The sharp corners on the outside, where they couldn’t reach us unless we wanted to prove how brave...
View ArticleThe Smallest Gesture
Love, sometimes: like sending myself in the mail, naked and bulky. And when I arrive, if the reaction disappoints, no amending, no editing will fix me. I crumple and I burn with shame. Even if it was...
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