It has been too long and I’ve missed y’all. Writing here has felt like one of the few safe and nourishing places for me in my time online. We all opted in because of a shared orientation—or at least shared curiosities—and the closed nature of the community makes me feel safe from…
The last restaurant I worked at was a new oyster bar run by the group that owned several of Chicago’s most popular establishments. There’s a special…
“I don’t want to raise good kids,” I remember the pastor saying. “I want to raise WARRIORS for Christ.” The pastor was in the middle of a rant about how…
On Sunday, I gave Prince and Toby Kitty Xanax, loaded them into carriers, and road-tripped with them to New York, where we moved into a cute little…
Hello and happy holiday week to each of you! I’m having a lot of fun exploring the possibilities of friendship and I’m thankful to get to share this…
In my last newsletter, I asked if there might be a better way to structure our lives and loves—one that doesn’t revolve around the nuclear family. Queer…
I’ve written before about the problems with our mainstream love story. The one where we graduate college, find “the one,” get married, buy a home, have…
On a Zoom with queer folks last week, we chatted about the never-ending task of accepting other people’s disapproval of us. It started with our…
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Reimagining Belonging by Julie Rodgers