An essay I wrote about my asexuality.
Anger is power, perhaps. What the body wants is to hate.
The house I grew up in was old when I first knew it.
If you’re anti-vaxx, you’re not going to like this rant, but you should hear it anyway.
Gods are present in small things, I’ve learned.
I feel so…I’m not going to use the word “triggered.” I’m not a fucking snowflake and I don’t need a safe space.
I’ve been here before…