What does it mean to be queer? How can words capture my chemistry? These are questions I ask myself...
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.
I’m smiling. Supa’s hand is in mine, as I trail behind her. Surrounding us, small reunions burst like fireworks.
My skin -- already stretched too thin -- broke then.
Written as part of a poetry class exercise: Imagine you are explaining a concept to someone/something who has no concept of what that concept is. I chose to explain the concept of Electronic Dance Music (EDM) to Aphrodite.
I can tell that you can tell -something is not quite right - off. I see it in your eyes, a question. My mask cracks, just for a second, but you saw through it. I know you did.
He lets me walk first up the brightly lit stairs. It is not until I reach the top and turn around that I realize he has stopped midway on the steps, smiling like a gleeful child. “God Damn.” He says. He has been staring at my ass. I laugh girlishly. Blanching. What else is a girl to do in the face of such blatant, manly ‘appreciation'...
Nah, I'm not teasing you, or trying to please you, or testing you, or making you wait. I'm just feeling you out, ok? In this world, a woman protects herself by shooting no's like arrows in order to make space for the yeses In my world, precaution is my armor and conversation my … Continue reading Online Dating
After a pretty serious Bollywood binge, I was compelled to write this slightly sickening, stalker-y love letter to one of my favorite actors and performers, Shahrukh Khan; sincere to the last word. Apologies to any who read - my heart can find no better outlet.
He pulls me toward him, starts muttering in my ear...