I had my final appointment with my counselor last week, subsequent to which she proudly announced, “You’ve graduated from therapy!” It was a great session. We talked about my plans for the future, getting a Ph.D. in psychology. She told me she could totally see me doing that and that I’d do great, advised me to consider teaching as at least part of my professional life, » Read more
I’ve just finished my second week back in college, and I feel like I’ve found my rhythm despite being rather stressed out the first two days from the adjustment. One aspect I’m having trouble adjusting to is the progressively lowered expectations that the professors demonstrate as opposed to what they initially set forth in the syllabus. » Read more
Nothing gives me more pleasure than hearing those words. I know I’m about to hear something good and usually quite interesting.
It’s happened with multiple people, scads of friends – and even my therapist (!) of all people. We’ll be talking, and all of a sudden the conversation triggers them to share something they’ve never admitted to another person – » Read more
As my life goes on, I find myself growing more and more disillusioned about the plausibility of nuanced communication being both well delivered and well received, on both sides of the equation – at least outside of the rare occurrence, the blip, freak accident of healthy interpersonal communication.
There are difficulties in working in longer forms with more complex sentence constructions, » Read more
I just ended my first week of the semester. I’m taking 16 credit hours and was worried at first about the amount of work I saw listed on the syllabi. However, I was delighted to find that as daunting as the assignments seemed at the time of class that once I started to actually do them, » Read more
Though these days I’m only dating 1 fellow, I still get insane amounts of compersion (a.k.a mudita) off watching my polyamorous friends date each other.
At regular intervals, one or another of them will gush to me about a good date, a good conversation, a good fuck they’ve had, whatever, which lights up my chest like the world’s biggest Christmas tree. » Read more
Meet Galileo, the newest member of our family. He’s a baby budgie (parakeet) that I’m hand training. It’s only been a few days, and I’ve managed to build his trust to the point where he will perch on my finger.
Parakeets are extremely social birds and easily get lonely, » Read more
Some days I walk through public places
and everyone recognizes me
and I wonder how they came to own that part of me—
their memory of me
“the reactionary,” Gino the Wise
“Ugh,” my mom said, frowning at my camera phone. » Read more
The first person I ever fell in love with was a straight girl. And when I say girl, I mean quite literally. We were 8 years old. She was my best friend.
Emma was painfully shy. Extremely intelligent, funny, and sweet but virtually silent in the classroom. I suppose it didn’t help that she had to wear headgear. » Read more
“I’ve never loved him because he was perfect. I love him because he’s interesting.”
This is something I remember feeling and expressing about a former love interest, brought up by working on the book. My feelings for him were intense, verging on (and some would say well past) the brink of absurdity.
That relationship was never even physically “consummated” » Read more