Until I was in my early twenties, I was never that into comic books. See, I have a lot of trouble being a “dabbler” when it comes to things that captivate me. A coworker of mine recently joked that he’d want me to be president of his hypothetical fan club, because he knew that I’d… READ MORE »
The first time I went in to get my intrauterine device, or IUD, my doctor asked me if I was in a relationship.
“Um, kind of?” I stammered. “I mean, no. But you know, I hear this is the way to go as far as, you know, protectiveness.”
“Hrm,” she said,… READ MORE »
There’s something about large groups of femmey, gregarious women that makes me feel like I’m perennially choking on my own nervous snot. It’s not the whole queermo thing, because I react to being surrounded by attractive men by becoming almost aggressively casual. It’s more that finding myself swept up in a crowd of giggling, nice-smelling… READ MORE »