A post about differing gender expectations and, of course, a call to tear down the patriarchy, one fancy tie at a time.
Perhaps I’ve been too quiet about my recovery process, because upon venturing back into ‘real life’ I’ve had people completely shocked that I’m still recovering. “Didn’t you have surgery ages […]
MARKED IN three places by razor burn, I scratch the bump closest to my nostrils. The Bieberstache is migrating. I’m weak with hunger, but when I push him down and […]
IN THREE years, I’ve moved, changed jobs, published a book, joined clubs, left clubs, made friends, and lost friends. Sometimes it’s hard to remember only five years ago I believed […]