“My feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit.” This is not a new phrase, but it’s being said with renewed vigor on social media these days. Briefly, intersectionality means that systems of oppression intersect and cannot be considered independently of each other. I agree with this. In fact, in college, I got mad… Continue Reading
I didn’t grow up playing video games. At least that’s what I said when I first talked about them with my close friend, Ian. However, the more we talked, the more I realized I had played video games early in life. Pitfall!, Pong, Space Invaders, to name a few. Later, as a teen, whenever I was… Continue Reading
No one likes to be shamed. No. One. I was fed a steady diet of shame and blame as I grew up, so I’ve become really sensitive to it. I was taught that I was responsible for other people’s emotional well-being, and I tried my best to make my mother happy – to no avail.… Continue Reading
It’s been a very long time, hasn’t it? Two and a half years since I waved a tearful goodbye to y’all, clutching a sodden hankie to my chest. So much has happened in that time, and yet, so much hasn’t changed. It’s a weird dichotomy, but it’s one I’m willing to embrace. When I shut… Continue Reading
Hello, bitchez. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Lots has happened to me since the last time I blogged, and I’ll try to sum them up in a thousand words or less*. First of all, I am single again. Not going to get into any details on that. I will say it’s for the best, but… Continue Reading
‘Lo. I’m back with the fifth and final (I think) installment of Truly, Madly, Deeply: JAZZ HANDS–er, a tale of a grrl and her ape. Before I start, though, I have to regale you with a funny/cringe-worthy anecdote about my mother. She’s here visiting for a month and a half. She called two days before… Continue Reading
Hello! You know the drill by now. Go read the previous posts of this stories, especially part III in order to be caught up with this thrilling tale of love, danger, espionage and–oh wait, it’s mostly about love. Where was I? Oh yes, musing about having Idle in my life. More on that later. For… Continue Reading
Hello, my gentle readers. Before we return to the enthralling saga of our heroine (moi) and her ape (Idle), I have a housekeeping note. Astute readers will realize that I changed the title of this series. Instead of attaching these new posts onto the old series, I decided they deserved a series of their… Continue Reading
So. In my last post, I dropped the bombshell that I had met someone. If you haven’t read it yet, take five ten fifteen how ever long you need and look it over. Go on. Do it. Otherwise, this post won’t be as full an experience. Done? Good. As we last checked in with the… Continue Reading
Hello, all. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? Three months. Damn. There are cobwebs all over the place, and I’ve never been a good housekeeper. Hold on a second while I tidy up. Yes, that lamp goes there and this table needs a good dusting. There! I’m ready to post now. Last thing I wrote about… Continue Reading