May 27th, 2020 I don’t know what to say. I always have a lot of things to say but it’s usually about things that don’t matter. Black lives matter. My lack of an immediate response isn’t because I’m not feeling anything; I’m feeling too much. I’m sad, and I’m disgusted, and I’m fucking angry. ForContinue reading “George Floyd”
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March 24th, 2020 The word “duly” means importantly. And I think it’s important that we remember or realize that people are made up of “and”s. Not blacks and whites and “or”s, but a spectrum of color, and the grays that exist between them. I spent a lot of time thinking about this post. I wantContinue reading “&”
Care Bears
February 10th, 2020 There are those who care more about sharing their opinions than they care about the people who read them. I know this isn’t a revelation, but it is for me. My heart has been broken by people as of late (see: my post last week about removing unkind folks from my internetContinue reading “Care Bears”
Be Here Now
November 6th, 2019 There will always be people there to remind you of who and what you used to be. Someone who, instead of celebrating your achievements of the moment, will tell you how you would have previously failed. Someone who will mention how you used to act as opposed to how you’re behaving rightContinue reading “Be Here Now”
Extremes
August 20th, 2019 I am a person born of extremes. For most of my life, I was always the best, or I was the worst. The smartest person in the room, or so dumb I could feel everybody staring. The top of the heap, or the bottom of a garbage fire. I was perpetually hotterContinue reading “Extremes”
Ask Me About My Feminist Agenda
April 7th, 2019 I’m a feminist. For a long time, I couldn’t figure out why I related to girls and women so much; or why I felt like I failed as a man so often. But I’ve been doing some deep digging and soul excavating lately, and it’s all become very clear to me: IContinue reading “Ask Me About My Feminist Agenda”
Damage/Control
April 3rd, 2019 “All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.” – James Baldwin Since the anniversary of Them and Us on Monday, I’ve been rereading my work. There are manyContinue reading “Damage/Control”
What Doesn’t Kill You
March 7th, 2019 Why is “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” such a commonly used phrase? I know some of the greats use it (I’m looking at you, Kelly Clarkson), but it is inherently false. What doesn’t kill you rarely makes you stronger. What doesn’t kill you can harm you, hurt you, cut you,Continue reading “What Doesn’t Kill You”
Comic Books Saved My Life
February 26th, 2019 Confession: comic books saved my life. Not in a hyperbolic, overly dramatic way, mind you. It’s just whenever I’ve felt lost and lacking direction, I have always been able to find what I need in the pages of a comic. Like any other human on this planet, I’ve been through stuff. AndContinue reading “Comic Books Saved My Life”
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