What happens when a real-life performance comes to an end? After wearing a cheerful mask for a while, I have some lingering regret.
What happens when a real-life performance comes to an end? After wearing a cheerful mask for a while, I have some lingering regret.
Dysmorphia has affected me since puberty. It’s been difficult to meld my identity with the realities of my physical body.
When I have a down-to-earth discussion about homophobia with someone I respect, it’s hard for them to identify why they hate gay people.
Though I feel there ARE substantial cultural pressures that are unfair to women, I believe that a lack of empathy is the root cause misogyny.
This is the story of my vasectomy, and all the stuff that comes with it. I’ll leave out the gross details, I promise.
I’m anti-abortion and pro-choice. The first is pretty much universally agreed upon, but the second half is passionately disputed.
“To penetrate and dissipate these clouds of darkness, the general mind must be strengthened by education.” – Thomas Jefferson