An Open Letter To Trans* Youth

Every day I read a new story about a young trans* person and it warms my heart. We are finally winning our battles. Even with the douchey bumps in the road, (Hi, NOM! See you in California again!) we seem to be progressing as a society for more acceptance and love of who we are. This really inspires me to be a better person and to create a better, loving world for everyone. This letter is for trans* youth. Read More An Open Letter To Trans* Youth

You Don’t Need to Achieve Any of The Things on this List

I can’t stand “milestone timeline” articles that advise women that by the time they are 30 they should know how to prepare at least one flaming dessert, or that by the time they are 40 they should have done their first poetry reading. They are gimmicky, arbitrary, and seemingly designed to make readers feel inadequate. IMHO, the ones for women who have reached their 40s are the worst because so many of them involve emotional achievements: letting go of anger, forgiving oneself. However, a case can be made that the ones for women reaching 30 have their own particular cruelty, since they seem to assume that 30-year-olds have an enormous amount of extra cabbage for spontaneous trips to Paris. (Oh, yeah, and a lot of extra time, because they need to have a cross-USA road trip on the books by the time they hit the three decade mark.) Read More You Don’t Need to Achieve Any of The Things on this List

Self Acceptance

It seems to me that nowadays, the idea of self-love has become a trend. As far as I can remember, I’ve always seen my aunt read about it in magazines, but I feel as though in today’s society it is more of a grossing business and less of a personal and spiritual matter. Read More Self Acceptance

A Memorial for Andy

When I first arrived in Liverpool, I had very little money and nowhere to stay. I managed to get the last available bed in the mixed dorm of a hostel that was crowded, dark and not completely tidy, but it had an atmosphere that made me and everyone else feel right at home. Within days, I had made friends and became a member of staff. All the adventure I had felt was missing in my life was now happening at breakneck speed. Apart from dealing with life in a foreign language, I had to adjust to the hostel’s booking system, working hours and social hierarchy as well as the weird and wonderful people who knocked on the door every day. Life in the hostel was like living in a bubble, as far removed from most people’s regular lives as possible. Those of us who had made the choice to live there embraced this otherness, and I’d like to think that those who had come out of necessity managed to be at peace for a while. Read More A Memorial for Andy

An Open Letter to My Mom and Dad

Mom, Dad, I love you guys. Look, I have made it past 30! I have accomplished a great feat. As parents, you afforded me tons of opportunities as a child like sending me to Europe as an exchange student and I relished those. All the travels we did together taught me a lot about what it means to be family. I also loved the summer college trip we took my junior year of high school. You instilled a moral system that still works for me today. You taught me to seek knowledge and we all know how that turned out for me. You know, me being the trivia master that I am.

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Impermanent Stardust: The Story of a Tattoo

In the space between my collarbone and sternum, I have a tattoo: two black stars connected by one solid line. Music inspired this bit of ink, but the story around it means so much more.

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