This week has been, on balance of emotions, a pretty rough one for me; rougher than I have had in a long while, certainly multiple years. The reason for the roughness is that I have suffered two significant-feeling rejections in quick succession (the first was five days ago, the second was last night/this morning). I won't be getting into the ( Read more... )

I've been feeling a bit off for the last 24 hours or so. Visited some hard memories last night, thought some painful thoughts. I thought the processing I did last night might be enough, in conjunction with sleeping in, to get away from the raw sense of it, but I woke up still feeling the faintest sting behind my eyes, one of the surest signs that ( Read more... )

The organization I currently work for is a community nonprofit which works to "eliminate conditions of poverty," as the mission statement puts it. The programs we offer require a workforce built primarily of client-facing staff such as case managers and advocates. Our clientele are those living in poverty, which are disproportionately represented ( Read more... )

Before my first girl crush, I pretty much assumed that I was heterosexual. Everyone was, weren't they? My homophobic father and religious mother actively hid the non-traditional sexual proclivities of various family members, most notably my father's brother. He had committed suicide before I was born, his hated homosexuality undoubtedly a factor. ( Read more... )

Erica was the first girl I ever had a crush on. We met at school when I was thirteen; she was a year older than me, but we were in the same grade because I had skipped one. The high school we attended was a joke. Under the guise of being a student-focused charter school alternative to the overcrowded public high school in town, it was really ( Read more... )

When I woke up just now, I was consumed with vague and half-formed memories of the bodies of people I have woken up next to, and found myself missing the smell of their skin, and the feel of their warmth ( Read more... )

Nancy's not here anymore, that's what I don't like. My boss fired her at the end of January because she's not happy unless she's making everyone around her miserable. And I miss Nancy. Nancy was my work buddy. She was my talk-about-boys buddy. And she was a lot like me, which made talking to her fun. She didn't put stock in the same things as ( Read more... )

Part of this information is what I was told, and part is what I found out for myself ( Read more... )

For me, at this moment, I'd define it as the blissful state of not having a bra on. If you don't wear one the majority of the time your tits will sag into your shoes by the time you're thirty and they don't look quite as perky and well-maintained, but it is a very comfortable state to be in ( Read more... )