Queer writer of speculative and YA fiction
Some people talk to their therapists, or their bartenders. I talk to the people who cut my hair. When I was getting a trim earlier this week, we got on the topic of tattoos. She had lots, and I only have a couple. I want another one, a larger one, but I want it to …
(Psst. I have an e-mail newsletter. You should totally sign up for it. I might surprise you with stuff you don't get to see here, or anywhere, for that matter. Okay, on with the story....) This past week I was sitting in a coffee shop, as I am wont to do—and there’s a phrase that doesn’t …
Take a look at the picture below. I happened upon this sight while I was biking to Forest Park, which is the main urban park here in St. Louis. (It's also apparently the best city park in the country, according to USA Today.) It was a Saturday morning, and the guy in the red suit …
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I went running again yesterday morning. There are a number of trails that criss-cross not far from where I'm staying; I think I've explored most of the ones that are in easy reach, and I was running along one that I'd already traveled so I wasn't expecting to see anything out of the ordinary like …
I was out running this past weekend in Olympia, and along one of the trails I happened across this staircase in the middle of the woods. I thought, how odd. Why would there be a set of concrete stairs in the middle of the forest? Being of a somewhat dark mood at the time, my thoughts went …
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