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There’s a quote attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt which has always spoken to me: “Do one thing every day that you’re afraid of.” Now, I certainly don’t hold true to this sentiment EVERY day, but I try to hold it in… Read moreIt’s Never Too Late
This article recently popped up in my newsfeed on Facebook. I’ve had mixed feelings about it ever since. Believe me, I know “ladies” is problematic. I know I’m not a “lady,’ strictly speaking. Technically, I think “ladies” are those people who… Read moreIn Defense of “Ladies”
There’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about the past few weeks. I posted a lot while I was still in my old job about how difficult and stressful and demoralizing it was working in a call center. I spent… Read moreFinding the Way Back to Me
Sometimes things which *should* be obvious are not. We’re so occupied elsewhere that we miss what’s in front of our face. That happened to me the other day. I was catching a bus downtown for SXSW, and it dawned on… Read moreEpiphany
A queer and homeless acquaintance posted a suicide note on FB tonight. He was an activist and friends were able to mobilize and locate him. He is now checked into the hospital. But I just saw him last night at… Read more**trigger warning** We have to be able to talk about suicide
Anyone who’s been following this blog knows how miserable I’ve been working in a call center. Friday was my last day, and today I started my new job in a feminist bookstore I can walk to from my house. I… Read moreThe First Day of the Rest of my Life
I’ve been thinking about writing this post since I moved halfway across the country to graduate school 3 1/2 years ago. I recently made a trip to visit my sister for Christmas and decided to pick up a few things… Read moreLessons on Moving
I know I haven’t written for a while. But a lot of things have converged lately that I want to try to make sense of. Jose Esteban Munoz died earlier this week. I drew heavily from his book Cruising Utopia… Read moreLife and Death
Maybe it’s a sign I’ve spent too long in “alternative” communities and just no longer have any conception of or desire to keep track of what’s “normal.” I find there tends to be a lot of overlap between groups of… Read moreWhat’s Wrong With Being Open?
In my past apartment I lived in a clothing optional environment. It’s definitely my preference. I also lived that way in college when I roomed with my best friend and her mother. It just wasn’t a big deal if I popped… Read moreWho Needs to Change?