Responding to a prompt to write about an object, it was a candle bought on a dull Thursday morning in 2017 that held an odd, lingering resonance. For years, my refusal to light it told me too much about myself.
Thanks to @opensecretsmag.bsky.social for sharing this small essay.
Revisiting my fake MySpace band 15 years later: part proto-hun culture, part secret love letter, part coded attempt to build a queer identity without having to name it. #lgbt #disabled #personalessay
Revisiting my fake MySpace band 15 years later: part proto-hun culture, part secret love letter, part coded attempt to build a queer identity without having to name it. #lgbt #disabled #personalessay
I tend to write essays with the benefit of years of hindsight, not days. This was much more vulnerable but your first kiss in almost a decade couldn’t be anything but.
I tend to write essays with the benefit of years of hindsight, not days. This was much more vulnerable but your first kiss in almost a decade couldn’t be anything but.
Simple and devastating in equal measure.
Some notes on sad songs in major keys, from Schubert to the Spice Girls.
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Some notes on sad songs in major keys, from Schubert to the Spice Girls.
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A small post on becoming unexpectedly fond of a tiny person despite a lifetime of telling people I'm not a nurturing person. #family #uncle #peppapig
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