Long Reads

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My Parents Stole My Identity. I Won’t Let Them Steal My Future. 

I’ve built my life from ashes, and I’ve filled it with intentional kindness and trust. My parents stole yesterday. I won’t let them take tomorrow.

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The First Girl: On The Loss Of Friendship 

There is no support or safety net to break one’s fall when friendships fade or split apart. There's not an acceptable period of isolation.

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Voice Lessons: Why I Speak Without Raising My Hand

Our noises are more than just vibrations; our soundings help constitute our presence in the world. Listen to me: what I have to say right now matters.

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And with that, I became a Taxi Dancer. Ten cents a dance, that's what they pay me.

Taxi Dancer: Giving Myself Away, One Song At A Time

I did it for the money, sure, but also out of a strange mixture of boredom, perversion, and self-abnegation. Giving myself away, one song at a time.

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This Is What It’s Like To Visit Your Boyfriend In Federal Prison

My life plan hadn’t included me — as a 19-year-old, third-year college student — visiting the love of my life in federal prison.  Read...
I didn’t have one of those coming out moments that involves hugs and tears and “I love you no matter what,” though that did come in time.

Coming Out In A Sea Of Homophobes

I didn’t have one of those coming out moments that involves hugs and tears and “I love you no matter what,” though that did come in time.

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When Mental Illness Hurts Too Much To Talk About 

I have a mental illness. I am mentally ill. I can barely bring myself to say the words. I have not uttered the phrase “I am mentally ill” out loud.

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I learned to hide my lupus diagnosis as if it were a crime. (Photo by Jurica Koletić on Unsplash)

The One Thing Lupus Took From Me That I Don't Miss At All

I learned to hide my lupus diagnosis as if it were a crime. I became skilled in the art of misdirection.

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