The idea of "going crazy" or "getting depressed" made me worry, because what would happen if I did?
Our years together are marked in Tumblr tags, Facebook albums, and private Pinterest boards.
When I read the SCOTUS decision, I cried. I sat on our couch, looked at my partner, and said, "We can get married."
Second chances can change your life, not only when you receive them, but when you give them.
There's no way to straight-code Hayley Kiyoko's work. Her music is unapologetically queer.
In a lot of ways, I feel like I didn't really become an adult until we decided to bring home cats of our own.
There's this idea that blood ties create an obligation to care, something I only recently discovered is entirely untrue.
My coven doesn't worship a man, sacrifice animals, dance naked in the woods, and we don't swear blood oaths.
There's this idea that all someone needs to “fight their demons” is a hug, a kiss, someone to hold them at night.
When we started telling people that we'd gotten engaged, a thin layer of panic crept in.
After working retail jobs to stay afloat, I thought I'd never write again.
Sometimes things don't go as planned for a reason.