A few weeks ago, I went back to YouTube and watched all the age gap couples on The Learning Channel in the age gap series. I fell into watching them when I was eighteen when I first started dating my boyfriend, and I’ve decided to watch them again to see if I relate. I only relate to two of the couples, and those are the » Continue Reading
I was listening back to my musical Player Boys when I finally picked up on an element that I’ve been exploring for a while but I’ve never put into words before. The feeling of being trapped by childhood. » Continue Reading
When I was seventeen years old, I wrote a novel called The Christmas Child , which had nothing to do with Christmas—or children, for that matter. I was merely setting to paper three conflicts arising in my life: my increasing gender dysphoria, my fear of failing college, and the fact that I was dating a girl and thought I might be a lesbian. » Continue Reading
When I was a child, I was immensely bored with the banalities life had to offer. Not to betray my superiority complex, but my brain functions differently than the typical wavelength of time and space. Minutes crawl from the perspective of my » Continue Reading