A new year’s resolution: This year I would like to be the person who helps the laundry make its way back into the drawers. And I’d like...

“I’m living my best bachelor life,” I say. In minutes,“hey Jen, you wanna kiss me, Jen?” We’re kissing in the street. Night. Warm air....

I was programmed from birth, that my worth need be validated by men. 2 years into my life as an out queer person, while navigating a long...

there’s a particular kind of rain thunderous. mad rain pours down from buckets then gone that rain that rain reminds me of fucking you in...

Taos // February 2021 A reprieve with loved ones just after weathering one of the worst storms ever to hit Texas. And an excerpt written...

I looked this way throughout most of 2020 and well into 2021. Hair in a knot, a haphazard combination of clothing, always involving a...

I wonder if you quit people. you know, the way you quit cigarettes steadfast but hidden round the back I wonder if you make love or if...

before the sex: a party hung around till tail lights only us then he slid hands I started to cry “we don’t have to.” and “Do you like to...

I wanna be your cowboy. strike that. I wanna be the horse yeah, I wanna be that horse who carries you. I want heartbeats synced and grass...

there’s blood stains on every pair of panties I own I stuck em in a bowl and dyed them all black I’ve had an IUD for ten years and had a...

I’ve been thinking a lot about color. Missing it In the bleakness in some of these recent days. I’ve been thinking about painting the...

we called it the Nunnery. 8 months 4 women under one roof— counting the dog. we healed in that house. cutting palm leaves in nightgowns...

Little pangs of remember all over. And our mattress is long gone. Left on a Brooklyn stoop for someone else to unzip their life on.

Lately I’m finding that we heal one another the most in the smallest actions, the little noticing(s) — It’s not the big overtures of love...

I keep looking at my breasts and thinking of nursing. Babies. Loads of them. Those screaming humans With rose bud Mouths. I tossed my bras

(Why I love the USPS and the value in making our love felt when hugs are not available and text is not our only option) The way we...

I love my tiny titties. There was a time I padded my bra, wore push ups and cutlets and googled breast alteration surgery late at night...

What is not pictured here: me in process - healing my relationship to my human shell, reclaiming my feminine energy, finding love for the...

This week, the good people of Clit Talk release an episode of their pleasure positive podcast in honor of National Coming Out Day,...

As a survivor of traumatic childhood events, the livelihood of children for whom home is not a safe place and who are feeling the...