There is a monster sitting on my chest.
No one else can see him.
But I know he’s there. I can feel him sitting there. He’s comfortable where he is. He’s happiest when I’m unhappy. Most comfortable when I’m uncomfortable.
He comes and goes as he pleases. Sometimes, though, » Read more
There’s a joke going around the Internet. It goes a little something like this: Don’t forget to check on your strong friend so that they can lie to you about how they’re doing.
I laugh, because there’s a lot of truth there. I don’t know if other people would consider me their “strong” » Read more
My partner and I are happily married, and have been doing some relationship introspection. Have you ever come across or heard about a successful married relationship where one partner is polyamorous while the other is on the Ace spectrum?
A few quick clarifications for readers who might want/need them before I answer today’s question:
Ace/ace = shorthand for asexual
allosexual = not on the asexual spectrum and/or not asexual
Personal disclosure: I am allosexual, » Read more
I recently wrote a post called “I Wish I Could Send Feelings to You When I Have Them.” Here’s an excerpt:
You can do a lot with words, that’s for sure, but they’re not enough. No matter how hard you try to be careful about what you say, no matter how carefully you select your words, » Read more
It’s been a month since my father died. That sentence, as I type it, feels like a lie. And not simply because a substantial part of me wishes it weren’t true, that my father were still alive, but also because of the “month” part.
Because even though I can look at the calendar, » Read more
I’m sitting in the midst of yet another week where folks seem hellbent on limboing under my already perilously low expectations.
I’ve heard it said so many times, typically by someone smug and tipping an imaginary or real hat, as they intone words they act like they made up but are just parroting. » Read more
It’s a blessing — and a curse — to be satisfied with so little.
A blessing because it makes it relatively easy for me to be happy. I can thrive in environments that other people would suffer in. When I was taking medical classes back in the day, I used to joke that I was basically Helicobacter pylori. » Read more
Man, the pandemic… it’s… ugh… it’s a bad time.
Regardless of who you are, whether you’ve got your feet on the ground and are looking at peer-reviewed data or have decided to don some manner of tinfoil hat (of any shape or size), these times are difficult and frustrating.
If you’re one of those folks who think this whole thing is no big deal re: public health (for purposes of disclosure, » Read more
You can do a lot with words, that’s for sure, but they’re not enough. No matter how hard you try to be careful about what you say, no matter how carefully you select your words, it’s so easy for them to hit the person you’re talking to the wrong way.
For them to be misinterpreted. » Read more
I haven’t written about this much, but I’ll say it now: I’m a klutz.
When I was a little kid, I was always falling down and skinning my knees. Now, I did eventually become a runner, first a sprinter in elementary school and later a cross country runner in middle school (before puberty came along and made it impossible to compete like I had before, » Read more