I’m Bi: A follow-up

Okay,  let me admit that I’ve written and rewritten this post countless times in the last few weeks. As you (hopefully) know, I came out as bisexual  on here exactly a year ago, and it felt like the right move to write a follow-up–partly to confirm that yes, I still identify as bi (suck it, bisexuality…

What It’s Like to Work for an NGO

I roll out of bed around 8:15–or 8:30, or 8:45, as the case may be. I get dressed, put some amount of makeup on, and schlep to the 2 or 3 train station–whichever one Google Maps tells me has a shorter wait. I try and guess which car will have less people so I can…

Does My Lipstick Match My Identity?

Earlier this week I had to get a surgical procedure done (more on that later, I promise), and the nurse prepping me for it asked that I take my piercings out. I declined at first, insisting that I didn’t know how to take them out–which wasn’t exactly true. The truth is, I could take them…

Out

I don’t know when it started. It was probably sometime between getting my first crush on a boy in my fifth grade class and sitting on the floor in my living room with my mom, crying and admitting to her that I didn’t know whether I paid a lot of attention to other girls because…

On Orlando

(Content warning: mass shooting, terrorism) After waking up to the news today, I feel that it would be wrong to write today without addressing it. Because my computer is broken and I’m sure the Internet is full of other, better-informed opinions, I’ll keep it brief. Despite the fact that the attack took place at a…