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I Suspect My Dad Raised Me to Rewrite His Book: On Harnessing Words of Dis/Encouragement
Much of what I was reading voraciously at the time could be called uninspired, but it scratched an itch, gave me something to mimic, and it was published. I wanted more than anything to do what those authors had done and smell my own words mixed with that pulp potpourri.
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On Trauma and Triggers: Changing Routes and Running with Mace
In the past two years, I’ve changed my running route four times. Each time was to avoid a memory, and my border collie and I collect those like burrs.
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“It’s Not You, It’s Me”: How I Embrace My Demisexuality and Define It For Others
Throughout my life I keep finding myself in the gray areas of everything, and there’s safety in liminality, privilege in ambiguity. For example, people usually don’t know where to place me racially when they look at me and even my claimed bi- and demisexuality put me in a position to simply disappear into heteronormative constructs in ways many queer folk can’t. I feel that this puts impetus on my role as an ally, a role which I want to justly fill.
