This book / webcomic was short but beautiful. It tells the story of a young, queer questioning kid on a search to find their place at a special summer camp.
a mysterious creature sighted, perhaps from prehistoric time...
My mother told me on her last birthday that she would be fine leaving this world at her current age of 55.
In the wake of HBO releasing it's latest and final season, I caught the bug and checked out some Game of Thrones paraphernalia from my local library, most notably this graphic novel series adapted by Daniel Abraham and OG George R. R. Martin.
I’m smiling. Supa’s hand is in mine, as I trail behind her. Surrounding us, small reunions burst like fireworks.
I haven't been letting myself go; I've been setting myself free...
My skin -- already stretched too thin -- broke then.
I look in the mirror at the slowly invading growth of black hair beneath the bleach blonde dye. I am thinking of chopping it all off and leaving the color natural. With every new haircut, I am starting to see the reality of myself more clearly. me: I don’t know whether I am ready to … Continue reading Mirror Talk
An erasure poem, adapted from a passage in The Bookmaking Habits of Select Species, a short story by Ken Liu in his book "The Paper Menagerie."
After ordering The Thing Around Your Neck, I was immersed; dog-earing every page that made me gasp, giggle, or pause.
Who said queerness is a spectrum...?
For all ma graphic novel lovers out there, this one's a winner! Here's a nerd review of Ladycastle, created by Delilah Dawson (writer) and Ashley A. Woods (artist).
A short poem ('scalpel') about the benefits of writing for mental health.
It's winter, we're indoors, and reading is how I survive my cabin fever symptoms. So here's my geeky review of a book you may have picked up middle school - but whatev, it's never too late to read - Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass from His Dark Materials (HDM) series.
2 summers ago, I visited the Monterrey Market in Berkeley, California. It’s a place, I think, you have to be prepared for...
After recently letting down a friend, I take it really hard on myself, something that I discuss with my therapist during our latest session.
A love letter to my first journal, and the person who gave it to me.
Note: the words here are spaced out to reflect pockets of space, time, and silence. Best rendered on desktop or tablet, but also works on a phone.
My friend and I as we laugh inside the car and clap back at wypipo trying to judge our joy, loudness, and attempts at parallel parking. Just step the fuck back, ok?
It breaks my heart whenever I hear a woman tell me she feels small...