I was 23 and waiting tables at an Italian restaurant. My boss had recently moved away with his new wife and left his parents running the restaurant in his absence. We all got along well. I’d been there almost 5 years and could handle almost
One year ago this week, I was in New York, on vacation with the love of my life. We broke up after the Radiohead show. I was broken and sad on my birthday 3 days later. On this birthday, I wrote myself a letter.
“Joi be writin’ them nasty books…” I remember chilling with my ex-husband and his friend and the friend made this comment about my novels. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head. Not because I was offended, but because I’d heard this so many times before.
Father’s Day…nooooo, not another one. That is my honest feeling today and has been for a while. I lost my daddy years ago and it still hurts. Still. The pain that is nothing but raw and ugly and makes you cry ugly and raw tears.
Here I am, 27 years old and I was the absolute last person to find out I was gay. These things are always hard to start off, so I’ll start with the memory of elementary school. I remember clearly having the resilience of a child,
Disclaimer: I’m a former employee of Alamo Drafthouse. The views reflected in this article do not necessarily reflect those of Alamo Drafthouse. The screening I attended was at a different location than where I worked. I quit working there about a week ago because I’m
I attended an open mic at the Magic City Acceptance Center. It’s a safe space for youth with alternative lifestyles. I took my girls, Qadira and Phoenix, with me. I was excited about it because my oldest, Qadira, identifies as pansexual and I had been
I’ve been thinking about couples who hold hands in public the last few days. My girlfriend and I met a man for the first time this weekend and this topic came up in conversation. He told us that he & his boyfriend of seven years
First off, hold up. Why did you click this link? Have you ever had your heart broken? Do you know that soul wrenching agony? The deep brooding pain lurking in your chest, over and over every day. Causing sleepless nights, lethargy, depression, pure wanton hurt?
The first thing I heard this morning was that Chris Cornell had died. 2016 was definitely the year of losing musicians and I wondered who we’d lose this year. “Sudden and unexpected” is all I’ve read and definitely how I felt about it. I loved