It took me a week and a lifetime and an infinity to pick up the phone.
I told my therapist about the offer to join their family.
That they’d be willing to move to make it work.
“I think if they’re considering moving to include you,” he said, “you’re already part of the family.”
The message was clear.
Read Moredid you hear me clearly? the ocean has lost its teeth. we have no more mystery. the ground is all disco ball and everyone's ass is out. we are partying on graves...
Read MoreIn this year of facing your mortality, the same lesson etches itself deeper and deeper, again and again into your soul, everytime as if it was the first time. Death is real. That’s the lesson. Every time it scares you…
Read MoreI have been asked What are you? more times than I have been asked my name. My body is expected to represent much more than merely its flesh.
I am asked if I speak English. I am asked where I’m really from. Where I was born. I’m asked what kind of food I eat. Where my parents are from. I’m asked which parent is which. I’m asked why I don’t speak Spanish, and why I don’t speak Chinese. Why I don’t know my own culture. When I insist that I’m American, that my parents are American, and that they’ve never spoken any other language except English, my words are chewed up, contorted in their mouths; spit back at me like insults…
Read MoreNo one ever told you the Minotaur was hung. You’d heard whispers, but always wondered if that was a little racist, like “all monsters are hung,” that kind of thing. But when you saw him for the first time?
You gaped. You stared. You felt small and you felt…was the reddening from shame or from sex?
You felt turned on.
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