AftermathIt occurs to me, long after the fact, that I’ve lost a lot of myself in service of constantly readjusting to life on this planet. It’s been…Feb 18, 2024Feb 18, 2024
Me, Too: Everything I Can RememberA couple of days ago, Cindy Gallop tweeted this: Men: your girlfriends haven’t told you. Your wives haven’t told you. Your daughters…Sep 23, 20182Sep 23, 20182
Hold On To YourselfIt was a violently depressive episode. I don’t remember now how long it lasted. I was sitting at the window of our second-floor apartment…Jun 9, 20184Jun 9, 20184
Everything is FineI miss the way we used to be. You and I, we could count on each other in our watertight dreamspace. The sharp corners on the outside, where…Jun 29, 20171Jun 29, 20171
Eighty-Seven WaysThe tears that build but never crest. The sensation of being entirely without skin, crumpled, spat upon — and its accompanying sense that…Feb 6, 2017Feb 6, 2017
The Smallest GestureLove, sometimes: like sending myself in the mail, naked and bulky. And when I arrive, if the reaction disappoints, no amending, no editing…Jan 16, 20171Jan 16, 20171
7 Lessons From About a Million JobsBecause almost everything is interesting, because learning is the most interesting thing of all, and because I need health insurance in…Sep 4, 201613Sep 4, 201613
