this time of year always make me think about boys-- one boy in particular-- who have liked me. there was really just one year of my life that i actively practiced the way of the heterosexual, and it began and ended in the month of december. those were twelve very strange months of artlessly wielding my femininity. my behavior could best be ( Read more... )

hm. i'm restless. i want to be in a bar somewhere with an amaretto stone sour, a chip on my shoulder, and some righteous queercore playing in the background. i want a handsome unfuckable face to talk postcolonial theory at me. i want to be back in school ( Read more... )