My Current Stage of Grief is “Houseplants”

I get it now, plant people. I am officially one of you.

Welcome to the Wretched Writers Branch of the Taylor Swift Sanatorium

Slip brains through slot in door

When You Write Something Vulnerable, the Idiots Come Out

Reading a personal story isn’t a request for…

I’m Having a Vasectomy and am Feeling All The Things

I’m about to cross another one of life’s…

I Phoned A Friend During my Vasectomy

This kind of material writes itself

Golf Needs To be Cancelled

And it’s boring.

I Don’t Trust Stickers

There is something so frightening about putting a sticker on a thing. Being someone terrified of commitment, that…

I Listened In On My Buddy’s Vasectomy

The Vasectomy Dialogues: A Vas Was Severed, But a Bond Was…

Premature Ejaculation is the Only Mature Ejaculation

The Vasectomy Dialogues: An Evolutionary Defense…

The State of the World is No Excuse to Not Have Kids

The extreme rollercoaster of procreation and…