Protesters during the Brett Kavanaugh confirmation hearings. Picture by Drew Angerer courtesy of Getty Images.

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?

The air is cool this morning, but I still have the summer blanket on the bed. I pull the fleece close to me, trying to conserve the heat within my blanket cocoon, when the alarm on my phone starts blaring. It screeches and insists I type in a pattern to silence the cacophony, but none of this truly stirs me from my slumber. I’ve silenced … Continue reading What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?

Drag Queen of England Tea Party

Invited

When I was in 6th grade, a classmate was having a big birthday bash to which it seemed everyone was invited. We’ll call her Kayla. It was still summer vacation and I ran into my best friend at the beach. She asked me if I was going to Kayla’s birthday party and I told her I hadn’t received an invitation. “Oh you’re invited!” my friend … Continue reading Invited

Me being my goofy self, circa 2012.

Permission

“Do you understand what self-deprecation means when it come from somebody who already exists in the margins? It’s not humility, it’s humiliation. I put myself down in order to speak, in order to seek permission to speak…” –Hannah Gadsby When I saw “Nanette” for the first time and I heard Hannah speak these words, it was as though someone had put a large bell over … Continue reading Permission

“I’m not a lesbian, but…”

Straight, curious, and heteroflexible friends, It has come to my attention that we need to have a little chat. Last night I was watching an episode of the ever-delightful Hannah Gadsby’s “Renaissance Woman“–a short YouTube series she did featuring her area of expertise, art history. I noticed there were a lot of comments and being both curious and a masochist, I decided to read them. … Continue reading “I’m not a lesbian, but…”