… after 5 months I’m totally the expert, right? Right. And because I’m the expert, below is what I’ve learned so far about being in a long-distance relationship. You’re welcome.
Some scary scenarios right here.
I admit I wrote a Leonard Cohen poem once. I was young—
I am truly sorry not everyone has good parents, but you need friends, not a mom you just met. You’re a grown ass woman, not the Little Match Girl.
A lover once told me that if I were an entry in a dictionary it would simply read: ?
November was Transgender Awareness Month, so just pretend it is two days ago and I am still timely (I’m always late). I want to preface this by saying that I am not an expert and this list should not be considered definitive. I had the good fortune to collaborate on this article with trans activist …
There are certainly times when I feel like I’m not being taken seriously by my allies. It’s a shitty feeling.
As we fumble through the prickly journey of life, it’s easy to become jaded-black hollow shells of what used to be glittery vessels of girlish optimism.
“Oh, I’m not a feminist. I just think women should have the same rights as men.”
He was a man of the most colourful expression traced with shadows of delicate thoughtfulness. He was a butterfly.
“It takes minimal effort to keep a woman hooked on me when I’m really stringing her along and waiting for something better.”
For a large part of my life, I held wavering opinions on the institution of marriage. My parents are divorced, and yes, I’m sure this country’s looming divorce statistics had a hand in my hesitation. However, what was more important to me was the sociological and ideological background of marriage. How did marriage fit into …
Not to sound like a total narcissist, but we are good deals — great deals — when it comes to the “whole package” a man supposedly wants.
I signed up with Seeking Arrangement in 2010, when I was living in Brooklyn, NY and—due to rent, road trips and too many visits from the weed delivery service—somewhat cash-strapped. But more than that, I was curious. Single for more-or-less the first time since age 17, this was the same time period when I first began blushingly perusing the Craigslist casual encounters ads. I wanted adventure. I wanted money. This seemed like a good way to satisfy both needs.
By Anonymous I was an orphan during my teen years—but you’d never know it.I kept it a secret to everyone—my high school, my friends, strangers. I never told anyone we were poor, or that my parents weren’t really parents, and I’d act nonchalant when class photos were taken because we couldn’t afford them. “Oh, …