So You Need Help With Your Face
Several months ago, one of my metamours sent me an email asking for skincare advice. They’d recently started testosterone, and while it was going well, to quote directly, my god my face.
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Personal Essays & Notes
Memoir‑style posts, reflections on life and identity.
Neighborly Covid
This was going to be the occasional writing amnesty dump to start the year (it may still be, let’s see what my mood is by the end of the document!)...
Night Changes
It feels like my dad died a decade ago. I can barely remember what it was like before I was parenting a teenager. Did I used to willingly opt out of going out to public places? I used to have friends who I saw...regularly, right? And not via FaceTime?
Dreaming
I don’t feel many emotions when I’m awake, but I’ve been having dreams that have me waking up full of melancholy.
The Ides-est of Marches
What a weird year this week has been.
Dad feels
Content warning: Suicide, racism, homophobia, biphobia, and incest. Which is to say: discussion about my father.
Another Jellicle Year
It’s the end of the year, which is exciting but not exactly notable in any sort of round-number way because decades go from 1 to 10, not 0 to 9. If you’re worried about closing the 2010s on a high note, don’t worry; you’ve got all of 2020 to do what you need to do.
Things to Turn the Head
This is just going to be a list of things I've been doing to distract myself while recovering from surgery:
I Survived the Hardest Half of 2017: Six of One
The top of the funnel is shit and I’m not sure why I bother looking at it anymore. The world is depressing, but somehow, seeing people fight the reality of what the world is seeps in and affects me more.
I survived the worst month of 2017: January
Usually, I like to revisit my resolutions of the past year to see how I did with them, but 2016 doesn't matter now that we're living in The Final Year.