If we are friends, this is for you.
Most of the quantifiable things we use to make ourselves feel better subtract from the things that make us better.
I saw Nina West the way most locals do– between the shoulders of strangers at Union. While it was my gateway to West, this wasn’t my introduction to drag. I … Continue reading I Love You, Nina West
Notes after assault.
This is what it looks like to be mentally ill and high functioning.
Grief is not the fence we hop over. It’s the ocean we swim through.
We’ll go barreling through the myths, the titles, the songs together.
Movement is for everyone, even if instagram doesn’t make it look that way.
It’s like being a couple but with none of the commitment.
We don’t expect ghost stories to make sense. Neither do eating disorders. That’s not the point of either thing.