On the first day of my streaming career, I asked Gabe to come over to adjust the lighting design of my “set.”

Fifteen years before my autism diagnosis - the year I chopped off all my hair with jagged scissors - I hid a not inconsequential baggie of hash in my dorm room closet. I was, as always, trying to

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In third grade, we spend every lunch writing comic books together. We invent a cinematic universe of imagined worlds to rival Marvel's. I've known her since I was six, and I've known my sister

At three months shy of 36—one year past my baby deadline—I was nowhere near finding someone lasting

Dear Jane,

The TikTok girls are mad at you.

The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.

It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie

Before Hannah can protest, I get out of bed, put on gray and pink checkered pants and a black top. Having romantic feelings for a woman is new territory; her laugh is all I can think about.

When I mention this flash of sexual fluidity to people, it bothers them.

“Maybe your ears are broken,” my husband mused to me one night at dinner.

I was wearing headphones, eyes trained to study my plate, the sight of chewing as triggering as the audible noises. 

n the car, on the way to the hospital, I put my head in my lap and my hands over my ears, willing the city to disappear.

In his hospital room, he handed over his phone and I called his family.

Here’s the thing about choosing songs to give as gifts to people: it starts off being about them but really, it’s about you.

In early June of the never-ending 2020, I attended an anti-curfew, anti-police terror demonstration in my hometown of Oakland, California.

It was a warm evening as myself and a couple friends

The boys are back together and everyone's in town except it's desolate and nobody gives a damn

It only took Kyle a few days to make his confession about the other woman. It took nine months for him to tell me he couldn’t ride a bike.

... at Stereo, you never had to ask “where’s the love,” because it was everywhere, in everyone, even the atmosphere...

He had a Camel Blue, a glass of sweet white wine, just like last time. It’s about 20 degrees cooler than it was then. I think I am wearing the same outfit; shitty, baggy, innocuous jeans.

When Michael left for the West, I experienced what in Portuguese is known as saudade, an intense nostalgia for a person.

I like sex in fiction to be full of ambivalence—undeniable lust mixed with doubt or disgust. I have done things with lovers I don’t want to tell anyone. 

Not knowing was better than being disappointed. If I didn’t know what TGOYI meant, it could mean anything.

Yes, my mother loved Pooh, but as far as I know her love was platonic.

I saw Jim Jarmusch yesterday.

About two weeks into the Coronavirus Quarantine, I began noticing some odd behaviors.

Medical professionals are careful to point out that cerebral palsy itself doesn’t inhibit sexual desire or function, though studies show that most young adults with CP report physical problems related to sexual contact.