“My love of [you] is in me, moving in my heart, changing chambers, like something poured from hand to hand, to be weighed and then reweighed.” –Sharon Olds, “High School Senior”
I build the version of you that I love inside of me. I think everyone does, often without knowing it, and they get upset when [...]
PRETENDING TO BE TOO COOL FOR PERSONAL ADS BUT PROBABLY JUST LAZY
I am too amazing and complex to be summed up in paragraphs so I won’t even try. You should similarly recognize the futility of this exercise and just message me, hopefully with considerably more effort than I just exerted.
ALMOST COMICALLY INDISTINGUISHABLE FROM ANY OTHER [...]
I keep thinking of this elephant I met, once.
The collection below essentially amounts to what happens when an agnostic attempts to articulate her own personal prayer beads into words. I stop, I kneel, I clutch them, and I let them slip through my fingers, one by one, all while muttering these sorts of things at myself.
And then I go out into the [...]
This post is originally from 2008, regarding BlogHer and social dynamics in general. I felt inspired to bring it back because of Issa’s great post.
I’ve enjoyed more social activity this year than … well, ever, honestly. And you guys, it’s FASCINATING. Some women are flat-out rejected. Some blend in effortlessly. Most are somewhere in between. [...]
Come on. I know you have them. Do it and I will link you.
One of the most dangerous habits of humankind, I think, is our tendency to shape our lives into a narrative—to snap our life events to a sort of universal grid. We don’t just live our lives; we also tell our respective stories, whether to an audience or just to ourselves. This is a forgivable enough [...]
It is my humble opinion that grownup dating is the most horrible thing in the entire world—worse, even, than teenage dating, which I think we can all agree was stressful and awkward enough. I am basing this humble opinion on exactly one (1) date, but that will have to do, as I certainly do not [...]
One of the most terrifying things about this year was how very poor I was, for just a little while.
This is Danger. She plays roller derby. She is a scary person. I tried to use a small picture in order to avoid inadvertently granting her the power to control all of you through the Internet.
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