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
What if I told you gay people, impulses, sensibilities, what have you, were not only natural, but necessary to the progression of the human race, and the evolution of the universe? Hint: That's what I'm telling you. Or rather, suggesting to you.
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?