On a sunny, bird-song morning, I decided to take a walk. I’ve always enjoyed walking, and on the ever-sprawling streets of Manhattan it’s easy. There’s no getting lost when you’re wandering a grid. The same cannot be said about my hometown.
I’ve been seeing a lot of memes recently about COVID-19. Well, we all have. It’s everywhere, viral even online. But, specifically, I saw a meme that said something like “how sad is it that my life hasn’t changed at all since I started self-isolating”. A joke for introverts, I’m sure. But it felt true to me in this deeply uncomfortable way.
I’ve been a politically-minded person for as long as I can remember. It’s always been something that fascinated me. I remember being very young, watching broadcast news discussing some politician. They used the word “communist” and I wasn’t sure what it meant, or even what the context was at the time. What I did know was that it didn’t sound pleasant.
The first time someone called me a lesbian (to my face) was in the sixth grade. I don't remember what I did to deserve it. I do remember the sound of one of my fellow classmates screaming it at me across the playground. I also remember the sound of the other kids laughing and the shame that it sent through my body. That word, I learned, was not something I wanted people to call me again.
Coliving spaces are becoming massively popular in big cities. Companies like Common and Podshare have become massively successful by providing a shareable space to students, nomads, or low-income people. My journey with coliving started when I decided to move to NYC.
I was a freshman in college the first time I had an open conversation about kinks. My group of loud, socially awkward friends made it a game.