My Grandma was the last person on earth I hadn’t come out to, so I wrote her a letter for her 100th birthday.
My Grandma was the last person on earth I hadn’t come out to, so I wrote her a letter for her 100th birthday.
Understanding ourselves and others is limited by our scale of experience, which is mostly involuntary and changes throughout our lifetime.
For the last few months, I’ve been worrying about and preparing for the U.S. implementing Project 2025 and how they might make me disappear.
I’ve been having a rough time with confidence recently, but today is hype day. I’m going to maximize the megalomaniacal ego I normally keep (perhaps too) subdued and brag about myself for an entire post.
How many drastic mid-life breakthroughs can one person have? Find out as I take a psychedelic mushroom journey!