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...

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

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...

(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...

cryingwolffilm.com @cryingwolf_film April 19th 2020 via the film's website and Vimeo Hello, Like many of you, I find myself in quarantine...

Spring in India. I find myself in the very back of a van with the windows down in the heat as we make the six hour drive, up up up, into...

I have kept my depression a secret from my loved ones, keeping the mask of togetherness intact, busying myself with “work” during my most...

My father’s father - my grandfather - “Dandad”- my grandmother’s husband, my great grandfather’s son - “Bus”. He stands in the kitchen of...

It will be 9 hours before I touch down in London. From there I will carry on to Frankfurt, and finally Florence, where I will be...

The first car smells of feet and the air doesn’t move. The next has air conditioning and smells like a hospital. I go in search of a...

The morning is misty and calm and we are the only people on the trail. Omri and I idle a while taking pictures. We listen to music and...

We wake in Manarola around 9am. We shower and pack our things and head downstairs to check out of the hostel. We are reluctant to leave...

Back back back to Cinque Terre. The train couldn’t have moved fast enough. How silly to be escaping one of the most beautiful romantic...

The seven of us return from Cinque Terre with enchantment percolating in us. A tribe has emerged. In class our teacher Jonathan asks us...