R. S. Gonzalez
Bio
23-year-old graduate student who has a lot to say about storytelling and the power of literature. Loves character-driven narratives, LGBTQ+ romance, and stories about myths and monsters.
Stories (8/0)
We're All Just Pink
Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts It’s 2010, and Kristen Stewart is starring in The Runaways, a biopic about the eponymous all-female rock band from the late seventies. You’re a preteen, the Twilight franchise has awakened the rabid fangirl within you, and you’ve been following Stewart’s career because she’s got such a cool, mysterious vibe, I just think she’s really interesting. You research the band behind the film and discover Joan Jett, the real-life rock star inspiring Stewart’s on-screen role.
By R. S. Gonzalez3 years ago in Pride
Star Bodies
I spend a lot of time sprawled beneath the cover of the stars, hoping it will make me feel closer to them. I lay out in the field behind my house and press myself flat against the ground, fingers sifting through grass and dirt, searching for the earth’s pulse. Sometimes I think that if I dig my nails in hard enough for the soil to cake or if I look up with enough longing, it’ll spark something deep between my ribs. That feeling of the organs inside me coming together to fill the gaps the blood always sloshes through.
By R. S. Gonzalez3 years ago in Humans
How to Lose Her
You won’t know it’s a bad day. You’ve already let yourself get used to thinking that she’s going to be alright, you’ve seen her smile more often, get out of bed before noon. You won’t know, and the shock of it will hit you so hard, you almost forget what to do. It’s the loss of the smile that will hit you hardest. It will stop sitting comfortably on her face, straining at the corners and not meeting her eyes.
By R. S. Gonzalez3 years ago in Humans
