Once upon a time, the term asexual served the purpose of covering anyone and everyone who didn’t feel so inclined to marry, to romance, to fuck. Homosexual, heterosexual, and asexual were the only labels worth mentioning, and covered all necessary categories. Or so we thought. And then along came my fabulous and ridiculously queer self, balancing on […]
Tag: love
C & S #69: Donatello/Donte
He’s a bit quiet and-if Emily sees it correctly-also quite depressed. Spotting one another across a crowd one day, they’re instantly drawn to one another, sensing a kindred spirit behind one another’s eyes. And the reason he’s so sad, well, he wants to tell her, but he has to figure out what the hell she […]
My Universe
The heat was borderline oppressive, stacking on top of itself in thick blocks, barely letting heat waves escape it. Yet it wasn’t the wet, smothering neutron star that was a normal hot day in Cincinnati. I was in San Francisco and I could still breathe; my lungs weren’t crushed. Still, I wondered why so many […]
My Blissful Escape: How I Defied Terrible Odds
*Notes: 1. Cross-posted from Postmodern Woman. 2.For all of you too afraid to share yesterday’s post or those who simply don’t understand it, fret not. Today’s post isn’t about race but about humanity. And maybe it’ll provide you with the context you need to translate my other posts this week. Thank you for reading. I […]
Can’t We Do Better?
I’ve got a lot on my chest that I want to release before I possibly die on Monday (I likely won’t actually die; I might just be drugged out of my mind. I’m more lucid now so I’m doing it now). Because life is short and you are hot. In all seriousness, this is a […]
Reviving Leep
I don’t mention it often, but the site for LEEP is still up and functional. I want to make it more functional. I want to make it so much better. I want it to be as professional and streamlined as possible. Why? Well, it’s not for me, even though I do list my work on […]
Character and Song #53: Lachelle
My sister. My amazing, inspiring sister. The Utena to my Anthy. The Kenzi to my Bo. I owe so much to her. She raised me, she taught me how to be a parent, and she is my absolute best friend, my brother mother, my platonic “wife”. She can always tell when something’s wrong with me. […]
