So, in America, we have something we like to call “the American dream.” It’s the idea that if you work hard enough, you can drag yourself out of even the lowest gutter and become rich, successful, and happy, all while a chorus line of anthropomorphic apple pies wave little American flags and sing the national anthem while fireworks explode behind them (or something like that).
So, there’s a girl I’ve known for essentially my entire life. We were born within months of each other, our mothers were best friends, and even though her family lived in Florida and mine in the yawn-inducing valleys of Nowheresville, Pennsylvania, we kept in touch throughout our childhoods and met up every summer for some of the hands-down best times of my life. (Seriously, there were curtain-rod lightsabers involved, and if you don’t think that’s awesome, there’s something wrong with you.) Continue reading “About a girl”
So, when I was in college, I wanted desperately to be a man. I cut my hair short, wore traditionally “masculine” clothes, and spoke and moved and behaved like a typical twenty-something guy. I even created a male persona on OpenDiary (an ancient diary site now probably covered in cobwebs and dinosaur bones) and used it to finally experience what life would’ve been like if … Continue reading On harassment (and other hilarious topics)