Flipping the bird to the Big Guy (a downside of being a drama kid)

I've always been a bit of a drama queen. As I've mentioned before on this blog, I was quite a precocious child in certain ways. I was loud, obnoxious, and emotional. I was knighted by my second grade teacher as "Sir Talks A Lot," which I ended up finding annoying, so I threw a fit… Continue reading Flipping the bird to the Big Guy (a downside of being a drama kid)

A quiet yearning

I sit at my desk on a Tuesday afternoon, and I hear some hip hop music playing faintly in the background. Voices talking, yelling, laughing. On my screen there's a headline that reads "North Korea warns 'more gift packages' are on the way as Donald Trump arms Japan, South Korea." I walk down the street… Continue reading A quiet yearning

Dear Matt,

This past Wednesday, October 12th marked eighteen years since your (Matthew Shepard's) death. If you were alive today, you'd be 39 years old (nearly 40)—an eternity in "gay-years"! Just kidding, I don't really believe in that. But, maybe you would have, and hopefully you would have had someone, say a friend or a husband/boyfriend/partner, to… Continue reading Dear Matt,