if someone lived alone in outer space, like actually in space with zero society, no Instagram, no boys, no beauty standards, do you really think they’d suddenly wake up one day and go, “Hmm... my lips need to be plumper”? No! That thought wouldn’t even exist. Like, unless it was for medical reasons or gender-affirming care, I don’t believe anyone » Continue Reading
When I was younger, I used to think I couldn’t be both Christian and queer. And I didn’t come up with that on my own. Other people said it out loud. Over and over. In classrooms, in churches, in books written in polite, flowery language that still managed to say: you're not welcome here. So I stopped trying. I stopped praying. I figured if God already hated me, why bother? » Continue Reading
Lately I’ve been thinking about love and whether I actually want it, or if I just like the idea of it. Like, I’ll catch myself daydreaming about having someone, making them breakfast, folding their clothes just right, tucking a little note in their bag. I think about someone coming home to me and I already have soup on the stove, the house clean, candles lit, the whole aesthetic like some kind of ... » Continue Reading