I laugh, as oblivious Megan dances like a drunk, straight boy at a wedding. But instantly I am conscious of how much and how long I laugh, always aware social suicide is around every corner.

Oct 8
Oct 8 In Rare, Random Moments

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Your presence has faded over time, like the muted tones of worn and washed flannel. It’s an apt description, comforting in a similar way

Sep 24
Sep 24 August 31, 2005: 13 Days Volunteering For Hurricane Katrina Relief

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Memoir

the image and sound of a lone dog on a roof as it gazed down at the water, barking in earnest. Following the dogs gaze, we saw was the form of a mans body, hideously bloated and lodged on the porch of the house

Sep 21
Sep 21 OOPS! Or, What Not To Say To A Customs Agent

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I recall trying to contain nervous laughter, as the agent actually put a few kernels on his tongue, his furrowed brow suggesting he might have even known what he was tasting for.

Sep 20
Sep 20 Grade 9, The Clash, & Darren

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Memoir

As I pretend to enjoy the dance more than I am, there are only two things on my mind. The totally-hot-babe-status of Jen, my dance partner, is not one of them.

Sep 9
Sep 9 Dispatches From 16: Tales From The Gay Bar

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How I know that this particular unmarked door leads to a gay bar named Cornelius, supposedly of the leather and denim variety, is one of those things that can’t quite be described, only felt

Aug 9
Aug 9 The Story Of A Boy

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Then, starting again, I ask her the question that has been nagging at me since Monday, a life's worth of blank pages to fill hanging in the balance.

Jul 10
Jul 10 A Neccesary Rest

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We all think we will be ready for it. Ready for what it is you feel when your dog looks at you with wide, frightened eyes that don’t blink, her face pleading for you to help

Jun 29
Jun 29 Letters Never Sent

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It was the moment when I noticed the visible pulse on the inside of your wrist. God, there is such immense vulnerability in that place

May 17
May 17 On James Baldwin And Letting Go Of Whiteness

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It was that he felt it represented something very separate from all he naively thought he knew and understood about racism. And that scared him, because he was convinced he knew a lot