The way we define love changes as we grow. I remember when I thought it meant a Valentine’s Day card. Or when it felt like waking up to no school and fresh waffles. Today, it’s an entire week: Carnaval. I originally wrote this on the way home from Rio. I was sitting at the airport, …
This house has walls that existed before me. I reckon each nook and cranny waited for each of us to arrive—one-by-one. We lay and watched the light refracting through the prisms hanging in our window. “Do you remember your first rainbow?” I think to myself, and cannot recall. I do know there have been so …
The pages of my life seem to dog-ear in Berlin. There are so many markers of who I am rooted in memories of this city. I know this is such a special place, it’s a special time whenever I find myself returning, and one day I’ll be returning permanently. In the meantime, I must say …
Hello again, I’m amazed how the same body can feel so different. This is the same body that I tried so hard to get away from. This is the same body that went through a period of literally losing everything (car keys, phones, wallets, and even a rabbit’s foot) because I simply didn’t matter enough. …
A couple of months ago, I spent an evening with newfound queer friends on the early morning streets of Brooklyn deconstructing apologies. We simply told each other to stop saying “sorry”—there was no need to be sorry. When I say apologies, I mean the tiny ones we give out every day. The one where someone …
I wrote this in January, but I only recently rediscovered these words. I’m learning I might have even more trinkets, and autonomy over them, than I originally thought 🙂 My mind tells me that I struggle through love. You do not realize the power of the mind until you see how you are capable of …
To me, a year from now: It’s funny because I don’t see you. I will not even attempt to imagine what you look like because I know that has just as much to do with whatever way the wind is blowing. I think of you, and I see your curiosity continuing to broaden, perhaps also …
I was chatting with a friend at a bus stop. We were talking about connection and prioritizing ourselves. Bus routes are interesting. They have an orbit if you think about it. We find ourselves waiting for them. Maybe the logic is a little flawed, but it’s when time has stretched on considerably, when they are …
Coincidentally, I am typing this out after weeks of inconsistency in my own writing. Time is flying by, my schedule could not be more sporadic, and I am beating myself up constantly. There is seemingly always more that I could be doing. It is not simply that I am not “doing” enough, it is that …
Batty Boywatching my backhiding my crotchbecause i can’t be a batty boyhunted, ridiculedso i’ll settle for a bad gyalwatched, chasedwhen really i’m a blank canvasconstructed, restrainedby all your insecuritiesand deepest desiresso i’m yearning for your liberationfor us all to be freefor the world to seewe’re more than what’s between our legsand the deep ache within …