Sometimes I feel like I'm doing things all wrong. I'm 22 and I just moved to New York City; such a "hipster and artsy" move to make, no? I'm young, shouldn't I make the most of it and "enjoy" it? I suppose this translates to: being generally noncommittal job-wise, trying crazy things, and dating/sleeping around. I mean, I'm down for the first two, but the third? This is where it breaks down, since I've been dating the same person for four years and moved in with him upon moving to the city. We have an IKEA bed together. There's no turning back after that, right?
I love ideas. I love them. I love abstracted, philosophical, complex ways of looking at things. There is something alluring about them to me, something that is so grand, and so large. They make me feel like anything is possible; free, endless. Ideas also create sense and order. They can be like a warm blanket—something that… Continue reading What accounts for the existence of gay people? (Part One)