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Last Friday night was perhaps the first time I’ve felt legitimately unsafe walking the streets of Austin since I moved here a little over a year ago. I wanted to attend a Halloween event at a queer-friendly bar downtown, and… Read moreThoughts on Street Harassment
I guess this is late as far as National Coming Out Day, but I just got asked why I identify as queer instead of bisexual. It’s not the first time I’ve been asked lately, so I thought I might as… Read moreHere. Queer. Get Used to It.
I feel guilty buying groceries now. Even when I can afford them. Even when I’m buying protein to make me less hungry on days I do housecleaning. Which is totally legitimate and dare I say necessary to my health and… Read moreEven Less Than a Year of Poverty Changed Me
I started house cleaning again to better make ends meet. I decided to charge more for it this time around, because I think part of the reason I burned out last time is that I was undervaluing my time. I… Read moreStrange Intimacies
A lot of things are changing right now, and hopefully for the better. Old roommate moved out, and new roommate moved in. Still a few loose ends to sort out over the next several days, but I am much more… Read moreCh-ch-ch-changes
I’m happy with some parts of my life right now, and I try to be grateful for what’s good in my life. But there are other areas where I’m very dissatisfied. I’m not trying to throw myself a pity party…. Read moreTrying to Make Sense of It All
Another chapter in the “Being Poor Sucks” anthology. Using mint.com, I figured out that part of my problem is that I only accounted for monthly expenses in my budget. Less frequent expenses, like haircuts, oil changes, and renewing my car… Read moreF*ck Capitalism
I work for an independent bookstore. So, while I’m keeping my Amazon wishlist as a helpful archive of information, needless to say, my book purchases from them have stopped. As I get older, I think more and more about the… Read moreCause and Effect
I’ve watched this video before, where the narrator compares his depression to a black dog who follows him around. Mine feels more like an estranged relative who decides to drop by for a visit even when they know they’re unwelcome. I thought… Read moreMy Black Dog
As a part of my freelance writing gig, I sometimes like to do performance reviews. I went to see a show tonight, but I wish I would have done something else instead. It was 2 one-act plays based on short… Read moreAnother Crossroads