The Way Electricity Tastes
The first time that I met Adam, we were both sitting outside the principal's office. Both of us sported the beginnings of bruises on our knuckles and faces.
I Don't Fear Failure. I Fear Success.
Nobody I know reads these, which I think is good because this has become a kind of a journal for me (and I guess all of you strangers who read this! Hi!). I think that it's the appeal that learning something personal about a stranger and telling a stranger your deepest feelings brings. So, hopefully you enjoy this brain spill, word vomit, chaos-filled article/journal entry.
An Open Letter to Who I Used to Be
To anyone reading this: This is a letter that I've decided to write to myself at this time last year, when we didn't know what the actual hell COVID-19 was going to bring in the coming months, or how serious this pandemic actually was. I remember that I was super unsure about what the next steps in our lives would be, and I remember just feeling like everything had flipped upside down, and that I just somehow had to deal with it. So, now that I've lived through whatever 2020 was, I wanted to write a letter to myself that I would've loved to have.
Not For Human Consumption
I think that I see Aphrodite in her, in the way that she dances and shakes her hips and flips her hair. I think I see the goddess of unfettered, undying love in the way that she looks at me and knows when to hug me and in the way she still gives me butterflies even though she's been dating me for a year and kissing me for two.