I’ve hesitated to write about my time in Wisconsin. I don’t want to make the nice people who live there feel bad. Some of them made me feel welcome and comfortable.
Boundaries aren’t rigid unbreakable laws. They’re guidelines for failing gracefully.
When I was in college, I wasn’t exactly the epitome of cishetero-ness. My art school friend with benefits could tell, like many others did.
Iyanna demands Jarrette throws away anything he owns that he received from an ex.
I gave out some advice in a trans/non-binary group I’m in and I think it might be relevant to others struggling to communicate gender stuff.
The groups with poly+mono people are full of monogamous people who feel like they have to “do all the work” in the relationship.
When I spend more than a few minutes thinking about and writing something on a social media platform I don’t own, I want to take that out of the hands of datamongers and put it on my own platform.
I’ve been thinking about this a lot recently, especially when I see baby animals and children. What is our emotional response to innocence?
Everyone complaining about why we aren’t raiding the Oregon Wildlife Sanctuary: Don’t feed the trolls.