If you're looking for things to say, or you need some things to hear, I've compiled here a few things I wish I hadn't had to figure out on my own.
On being nice to yourself when bath bombs aren't your scene.
Passion can be valuable, unrefined fuel for your creative machine and it's about time you acknowledged its reality.
If you're not here courtesy of my Twitter, you're likely here as part of a tab-frenzy of research into something you suspect or have recently come to accept: That someone close to you - commonly a partner or a parent - is a clinically-defined narcissist. They wound you, they manipulate you, and they only seem … Continue reading The Breach You Can’t Patch: Cold comfort for the victims of narcissists
I hate my given name. It's not even that it's a bad name - I'd call it 'serviceable,' being very generically Old Irish Catholic Guy from first to last name but otherwise inoffensive. I will almost miss its sheer thematic confidence, because it was so You Will Join the Clergy that it barely sounded like … Continue reading Shit to Know About Changing Your Name
Where do I start? Do I disguise the origins of this post in generic language, in case anyone happening upon it doesn't want to be bothered by this right now? Do I wad up my anger and pack it down into my guts to sputter and cool until people start to care less than I … Continue reading Hold Up Your Light, Don’t Look Away
In my mother's house, maybe buried and moldering in her hoarded garage, there's a 3-ring binder. In that binder, there's a story about leaving forever. At the height of my poor, Deep South queer unhappiness, it was my ultimate fantasy. I wrote it for two years, from the tail end of fourteen to the middle of … Continue reading “Why Not Just Do It?”