Unhappy Birthday: Why Better Communication Can Fix Friendships
by: Troy On the 21st, I celebrated 42 years on the planet (32 years aesthetically). Yay. Birthdays have become kinda, well, bittersweet for me, especially the older I get. But […]
Category Archives: Memoir
Transcending: The Fat, The Skinny and the Truth
by: Troy It was only recently that I discovered that 0g trans fats did not actually mean that I wouldn’t become fat and trans. Not that I am fat, but […]
My Flesh and Blood: Why I Love My Mother’s Tattoos
by: Mallory Eris I love tattoos. I love moms. As a matter of fact, I love my mom, my tattoo, and my mom’s tattoos. And while moms with tattoos are […]
Feminist, Age 6, 1991
by: Caitlin Bergh I was really early at most things in life. I conquered the high dive at my community pool at a record-setting age of three years old, by […]
Like A Virgin: My Year of Celibacy
by: Lindsey Dietzler About a year ago, I decided I wasn’t going to invest any more energy into having sex. It had been a pretty big year of life […]
Inspiration is a Perspective, Not Simply a Place
by: Derrick Clifton Some of you have asked why I’ve been so quiet recently. It’s a question even I couldn’t answer, until now. Over the last month or so, I’ve […]
Failing: The Story of a Bird on Lawrence Avenue
by: Caitlin Bergh Walking home from a show by the cemetery on Lawrence Avenue last night, I saw a bird lying on its back, with its wings extended up towards […]
Why My Gay, Nine-Year-Old Self Said “No” To The Boy Scouts
by: Derrick Clifton I was roughly nine years old when I first considered joining the Boy Scouts of America. But it just didn’t seem like a place a kid like […]
Chicago, You’re Why I’m Still Alive
by: Mar Curran The reason I never killed myself in my youth was because I knew I’d be with you someday. Those nights I felt my skin constricting around my […]
Addison Bell: What I Haven’t Learned Yet
by: Addison Bell I haven’t learned to appreciate the small things. Colors. A kiss. The melting of a sunset. The pause in a song. Stars, how they are everywhere. I can […]
