Notes from someone who isn’t an expert on anything.
Unless you understand what Pride means.
Losing my religion has complicated my relationship with my parents.
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
We’ll go barreling through the myths, the titles, the songs together.
This is a post I don’t want to write, but I do. This, of all things, might be the one where I wonder if I’m letting you in on too … Continue reading Bi the Way
Did I just begin an essay with THAT title? Yes, I did. Trust me, I think I’m nuts too. There’s a running list on my phone of every name that … Continue reading I Keep Baby Names on My Phone