Are you falling head over heels for a special man ? Is your heart filled with love and affection for him, but you’re not sure exactly how to say it?

We often hear from non-binary people that a definitive gender identity is something that makes no sense to them. It is difficult to estimate how many people identify as either male or female, but it is estimated that about 40% of trans people do not identify as male or female. It is estimated that 40-50% (or about 1 in 5) of the trans population identify as non-binary, which means that they identify neither as "male" nor as "female."

The whole kingdom was bustling with excitement. There had been weeks of planning and preparation leading up to this coming night's event. A formal banquet, if you will, to welcome her, their newest member of the kingdom. There would be no stone left unturned. Everything she had imagined in her heart of hearts would come to fruition when the trumpets bellowed at the first guest's arrival. Even the scents of lavender and peaches were being breathed in all around her tonight. And she had butterflies around her, too...kissing her shoulders. The whole night was lit up with fireflies and a full moon. And even they were joyful. It was a Southern girl's dream.

My best Friend and I decided to start an anual best friends date weekend a few years ago. What better place to start off than Las Vegas! One of our favorite cities to experience! We set out exploring the strip and Fremont street, experiences random concerts and bars and clubs. Of course when you’re in Vegas you should do something extremely random like go get piercings and tattoos! That’s exactly what we did. We had a couple drinks and walked to the nearest tattoo shop on the strip. We both got our nose pierced and we each got different tattoos! It was amazing. Living life having random fun and meeting new people. One of the happiest moments of my life. I decided to get a family Tattoo that day, it was an Infinity symbol with the word LOVE written in red! It wasn’t the best work but still a great experience to share with my bestie. After out tattooes We walked over to strip burger for a meal before our night of top golf and clubbing. As we finished our burgers we were debating on starting our night early or going inside for a quick break. Bestie decides she wanted to take a quick breather and change clothes before finishing the night. When we arrive in our hotel room we receive a call from another friend who is stranded at the airport she tells us everything is completely shut down and she’s wondering what’s happening outside. At that moment we look out of our window and we see cops everywhere people running. We are receiving calls from our hotel telling us to basically barricade in our rooms stay put we are on lock down, there are shooters on the strip. We are completely terrified and confused. This was the night in early October where a gunman opened fire on a country music concert right across the street from where we headed! A night we will never forget. The people the sirens the blood in the streets, how empty the entire strip was when we were finally able to leave our hotel. I thought long and hard about covering the tattoo, for one because of the quality and also because of that night and what I would remember Every single time I looked at it. I decided to keep the tattoo exactly as it was and dedicate it to all of the people who lost their lives that night in the midst of the same wonderful experience we were having. It’s now a symbol of love and life that I will carry with me forever!

One night was all we needed to drift seamlessly from awkward acquaintances who loved each other through screens, to budding lovers who awkwardly got to know each other in person.

Dear stranger,

In theatre, being a thriple threat means being able to sing, dance, and act. Although I did do theatre for a year in high school and have years of history earning gold stars on Just Dance, the only part of that criteria I meet is being able to act, and that's being generous to myself. For me, being a triple threat has nothing to do with my talents and more to do with my identity: Black, Lesbian, and Female.

Ever since Coronavirus, Covid-19, the Rona, or whatever you want to call it, came into our lives, things have been different – drastically different. Every day has become a collection of disconnected socially awkward moments with once simple tasks becoming a massive ball ache to achieve.

With a friendship rooted in racial activism, these American civil rights leaders exemplify Afro-Asian solidarity.

A year ago, I published a video called ‘If You Decide To Love Someone’, and currently, it has 2 million views. I believe this brought a lot of people together because the vulnerability that was expressed, and it is this vulnerability that connects us all as human beings. This is a good foundation to build a community on, because you will only ever be expected to be who you are. It also invites others to do the same.

For the past few days, #TransWomenAreWomen has been trending on Twitter. This is after Stephen King tweeted just that which got J.K. Rowling to unfollow him and delete a tweet where she thanked and praised him (after he retweeted an excerpt from a thread of hers).

When I take a look around me today, one thing has become abundantly clear: We are living through an age of antipathy. Whether it's lockdown protestors that would have the ‘old and weak’ sacrificed for the right to get a haircut, the people yelling ‘All Lives Matter’ - not as a statement of solidarity or support but rather as a rebuttal to demean and dismiss the Black Lives Movement, or the parent that refuses to vaccinate their kids and thus endangers the rest of the kids amongst them for otherwise cured diseases, a vulgar pattern of exceptional egocentrism appears.

Are you falling head over heels for a special man ? Is your heart filled with love and affection for him, but you’re not sure exactly how to say it?

Before demoting myself, I was a shift leader at a local branch of a widely known coffee company. During my training, my boss and I had multiple conversations about my new responsibilities which included my communication with coworkers and customers alike.

When we feel overloaded we often don't notice the things the others are giving, especially within romantic relationships more so than are platonic ones. One of the things is - stop doing what is not absolutely necessary, give yourself what you need and stop worrying about others not giving what you think they should. I have often noticed that when people are overburdened and part of it is mindset, not the reality, people tend not to see the many kindnesses people that have to offer. Romantic relationships, it may be that longing for a deep romantic kiss (not just a peck because anyone can do that and you don't need a romantic relationship for that!), longing hugs, cuddling on the couch or bed, spooning each other to sleep, holding hands in public, an act of kindness, an act of service, a loving note, a simple token of giving, the giving of precious time, or just an active listening ear.

Getting over breakups is difficult. While some breakups are a relief, others are devastating, especially when such a relationship has lasted for years. Breaking up is not the problem as much as moving on is. Some people find it very difficult to get past a breakup and can remain stuck for a long time. Getting over a breakup is quite easy with specific simple steps and effort. So, here are seven dating advice to help you get past a breakup.

My age isn't important. Who I am isn't either. I don't know how great this platform is on account of it being my first time writing in it, but I love to write.

Call me old fashioned but when your boyfriend gives you his claddagh ring and a key to his place that's a big deal, and then cheats on you the very next day, that's messed up. So I am in a new relationship but we have known each other for over 10 years. The timing was never right for us to be together. Either I wasn't ready or he wasn't or he was in a relationship or I was and so on. Finally the third time seemed to be the right timing, starting off a fresh clean state. It seemed like we were always meant to end up together. Growing older and more mature. Living life experiences, living in new places, working new jobs. He had always been in different bands. One day I am over his house and all his band mates are there. He is the singer of the band and he announces that his band is going to go on tour for 2 weeks. There is lots of people talking in the background, shouting and celebration going on. We are talking in the living room, sitting on the couch. He stands up and says "I want you to have this" takes his ring off his finger and puts it onto mine. "A symbol of trust and loyalty" he says. He raises my hand up so that everyone can see and says "Jenn is my girl" That was a very special moment for me, no one has ever made me feel like that before. He was leaving the very next day. I still felt a little uneasy about him leaving, can I really trust him to be faithful to me while he's away. He said he wanted me to stay at his place for the next 2 weeks until he got back as I sign that he trusts me. I agreed and again felt emotional and I was going to miss him. I would still feel close to him as I am in his home. He gave me a key to his house and it felt like a key to his heart. He says you've been threw so much you deserve this and I start crying and he wipes my tears away and we start kissing in front of all his friends. I could hear people calling us cute lovebirds in the distance. As I walk into the kitchen to get a drink one of his band mates starts talking to me, "So you and Mike huh? I said yeah and he starts asking me can I really trust him while he's on the road, he lives a party lifestyle, things will get wild and crazy. I feel like he will end up cheating. He drinks a lot. He's cheated on girls before. I respond I really don't know we will see. I didn't want to start to doubt and worry. It was getting late and I knew there would be a loud all night party and I was tired so I decided to go back to my house and I would see him in the morning before he left. I said my goodbyes went home and went to bed. I got a good nights sleep, I wake up early in the morning and check my phone to find out that my boyfriend ended up cheating on me with some girl at the party. Naked pictures were posted all over. I rush over his house there are still people crashed out hungover laying on the floor and show him the photos and go "Can you explain this?" He goes "I was drunk and what happens on the road stays on the road." I shout your not even on the road yet, you can't stay loyal to me for 1 whole day, you haven't even left your house yet! He goes it didn't mean anything I was messed up and not thinking" Ya you weren't thinking your a idiot, obviously you don't care about me and what you said yesterday was a lie. You don't cheat on your girlfriend, there's respect and loyalty. Why did you give me this ring then, I mean nothing to you. I can't trust you. He said "I'm sorry" I said "Your not sorry" You've done it before you'll do it again. It's over! I take the ring off my finger and throw it at him the key included. I walk out of his house upset and angry. Blocked him. 10 years of friendship means nothing, waste of time. Uncaring, unloving person, karma will come to him. He has since moved states and I would never welcome him back into my life. I have zero tolerance for lying, untrustworthy negative people.

One night was all we needed to drift seamlessly from awkward acquaintances who loved each other through screens, to budding lovers who awkwardly got to know each other in person.

Dating can be one of the most exhilarating activities in our romantic lives, but coming up with unique and entertaining ideas can be challenging. Whether we are on a first date or our hundredth, you may be interested in how you can keep your outings interesting. If you are looking to keep your romantic life fresh and engaging, here are a few ideas that you need to try.

It’s been 10 years since the release of Catfish. Since then, we’ve watched as society’s view of internet dating has flipped. At one time, finding a partner online was essentially considered a final resort for sad and lonely people. Often this method was associated with crazy cat ladies and basement-dwelling gamer guys. Nowadays, it’s common for single people to have at least one dating app on their phone. In fact, the dating game now resembles the platforms we use for finding restaurants or searching for holidays. But for most people using these platforms, or the online arena in general, there’s always that one risk: the infamous catfish.

I've decided I am finished dating until I am 50. This is, and at the same time, is not a pleasant thought, but it is what it is. I have made this decision because it's not only the responsible thing to do but after a lot of discussions with my daughter, her life is already confusing enough without me adding a stranger into the mix. The circumstances revolving around her being from a broken home are traumatic enough, not to mention the trauma it caused me on a personal level. Trauma I have since turned into a strength, but trauma nonetheless.

Never in a millions years would I have thought that I would be getting divorced. We’ve been together for 15 years total, but we’ve only been married 7 years. August 17th, made 7 years. This year has been nothing but a revelation. Anything and everything that could happen did. In January my husband and I got into a heated argument over the taxes. We were to receive a return and the IRS confiscated it due to debit I owed. In 2017, I elected to remove a large sum of money from an account that was not collecting any interest. Before I could have it deposited into my bank account, I would have to pay taxes on it. From my understanding, that process was handled and the money was deposited. 2019 rolls around and here I am being slapped with a 10,000 dollar tax debt because the federal tax amount that was deducted was a improper amount. Apparently the amount taken was 10,000 dollars short of their prior calculation. My husband, who works Overseas as a contractor, emails me in a rage. The conversation was all about how hard he works for his money and because I neglected to pay my taxes, they took his money. Nevermind that we filed together and I work as well. We are arguing back and forth and I tell him that I’m going to get the money (our tax refund) back. At this point, I need to get on the ball and figure out something.

Neil

September 17, 2020

10 Stubby Street

Growing up in an Asian household, I could probably count by fingers the number of times my parents explicitly said "I love you" to me and my brother. I don't know what inter-generational thing happened in the past but they made it seem like it is a limited resource that must be saved for special occasion only. And then there were cut fruits. Cut fruits on the dining table after arguments; cut fruits brought to my room when I was doing my homework; cut fruits that I almost never get to eat now that I'm in my mid-twenties living in another city with a full-time job.

To my Best friend, Biffle and Soul sista

Eleven years and counting. That’s how long it’s been. Perusing through this thing called life together as friends but more so like sisters. I think of you as the wise, kind and thoughtful sister from another mother. You radiate such immense goodness and strength. I often think that if there were more people like you in the world, it might just be a better place. I think back to the time when we first met. Just two young women working at a women’s retail clothing store trying to earn our way, pay check to pay check. I of course saving for studio time and you putting what you could aside for school.

Dear Erica,

My best Friend and I decided to start an anual best friends date weekend a few years ago. What better place to start off than Las Vegas! One of our favorite cities to experience! We set out exploring the strip and Fremont street, experiences random concerts and bars and clubs. Of course when you’re in Vegas you should do something extremely random like go get piercings and tattoos! That’s exactly what we did. We had a couple drinks and walked to the nearest tattoo shop on the strip. We both got our nose pierced and we each got different tattoos! It was amazing. Living life having random fun and meeting new people. One of the happiest moments of my life. I decided to get a family Tattoo that day, it was an Infinity symbol with the word LOVE written in red! It wasn’t the best work but still a great experience to share with my bestie. After out tattooes We walked over to strip burger for a meal before our night of top golf and clubbing. As we finished our burgers we were debating on starting our night early or going inside for a quick break. Bestie decides she wanted to take a quick breather and change clothes before finishing the night. When we arrive in our hotel room we receive a call from another friend who is stranded at the airport she tells us everything is completely shut down and she’s wondering what’s happening outside. At that moment we look out of our window and we see cops everywhere people running. We are receiving calls from our hotel telling us to basically barricade in our rooms stay put we are on lock down, there are shooters on the strip. We are completely terrified and confused. This was the night in early October where a gunman opened fire on a country music concert right across the street from where we headed! A night we will never forget. The people the sirens the blood in the streets, how empty the entire strip was when we were finally able to leave our hotel. I thought long and hard about covering the tattoo, for one because of the quality and also because of that night and what I would remember Every single time I looked at it. I decided to keep the tattoo exactly as it was and dedicate it to all of the people who lost their lives that night in the midst of the same wonderful experience we were having. It’s now a symbol of love and life that I will carry with me forever!

What does it mean to be in the background? Some of you might ask. Well, the answer though very complicated, is also straightforward. In today's society, we each fall into groups. This happens continuously throughout life at school, at work where ever there calls for socializing. You can always find that different types of people will still group together with similar traits, skills, interests, and mindset, the list goes on, but what about those that don't fall into any groups...

Every once in a while I used to tell you this because I would love to have a photo together from any time between 1997-2000. We always tease each other, but this is one of your least favourite teases from me. You always just rolled eyes and said “Haha”.

We often hear from non-binary people that a definitive gender identity is something that makes no sense to them. It is difficult to estimate how many people identify as either male or female, but it is estimated that about 40% of trans people do not identify as male or female. It is estimated that 40-50% (or about 1 in 5) of the trans population identify as non-binary, which means that they identify neither as "male" nor as "female."

It annoys me a lot that members of the LGBT+ community often are assumed straight or cis until they tell people otherwise. That they're expected to come out to inform people of their identity. It's almost like a ritual of validating themselves as regular human beings.

I didn't intend to fall in love with a girl. It just happened.

Our best friend is the most special and very important thing for all of us and his/her birthday is a more important and more exciting thing for us. When the birthday of our best friend is about to come, then the first thing we do is start searching for a new and unique gift for best friend birthday. By the way, The most precious and beautiful gift is love and freedom for our best friend, Because friendship is such a beautiful space where we can live naturally with full freedom with our best friend as we are. And we all want to give our BFF the most wonderful gift so that they can feel how important our best friend is to us.

Okay…so I’m on my second nerd now, folks (their word, not mine), and I think I’ve got some comprehensive tips on how to introduce your gal (or guy) to that Super-Hero/Space Themed/Action-y series you love, WITHOUT overwhelming them, making them feel like they’re watching a bunch of Hasbro toys blowing up, and then questioning whether they bit off more than they could chew in this relationship (giggity).

In 2010, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) began a study about intimate partner violence (IPV). This study is called the Intimate Partner and Sexual Violence Survey (NISVS), in which researchers found that about 1 in 4 female respondents and 1 in 10 male respondents reported having experienced intimate partner violence in their lifetime. What is intimate partner violence? If you’ve ever heard of domestic violence (DV), that is intimate partner violence that occurs within a household or family. Intimate partner violence is when a person is being physically, sexually, verbally, or emotionally abused by a current or former romantic partner. Intimate partner violence is a serious public health concern, as its prevalence is alarming. Abusive behaviors between romantic partners are often overlooked or viewed as a social norm. Many may see someone being victimized by their partner but are hesitant to intervene. There is a lot of misinformation and misconceptions about intimate partner violence, and there are a few that will be highlighted in this article.

The urgency in their voice was new. They were used to having panic, a whole generation permanently fucked by their parents. Now it was just getting worse. It was like the more and more kids were going missing every week. Now it was their turn.

I can just hold in this jittering feeling as I stand, gazing at the rectangular mirror in the far left of the room. My luminous reflection stares back at me, painting a portrait of a cheerful yet anxious bride in the silvery gleam. I twirl around in my dress, relishing my time alone for a little longer.

She woke up today. A grungy mess of hair, a pillow to her side and her shirt half pulled up. Rays of light cutting into her vision, causing her eyelids to shut back down. Closing to keep her irises safe and unexposed. It takes all her energy to fix her shirt, while her heartbeat quickens. The sun was up. She was late.Late.Late.Again. Too late to call in. Too late to get more sleep in. Far too late. At this point, it doesn’t even matter how late exactly she is, does it? Her eyes blink open, more watery than before. It must be from the light. That’s what she tells herself, at least. Why hadn’t her alarm gone off? She struggles to sit up, she needs to check the time. She needs to know the extent to which she’s messed up. 6:53am. It takes a bit to process, but she wasn’t scheduled to work until 7:00am today, she could still make it! Shit, but, her hair… If she hadn’t stayed in bed those couple more minutes, she could have washed it! But, she’d thought for sure she was already too late. The sun was up earlier now. She couldn’t go to work with dirty hair, just like she couldn’t go to work late.So... She sits. Watching the clock tick as her heart skips around. Jumbling. ‘What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? It’s over, it’s over, it’s over… I can’t just, I can’t…’ The water in her eyes fills further, and once the clock reaches 7:01am, she jolts into movement. She’s already late. The water hits her hair, sliding down onto her back. It’s 7:05am, and she’s soaping her arms, shaving her pits. 7:07am and she’s just moved onto conditioning her long, springily curly--yet treacherously unmanageable hair. Her heart beating far too fast to be healthy. She blames that on the heat of the water. 7:08am. Her eyes are stinging and she blames it on the products she’s used in her hair. 7:09am. She’s drying off and her towel is already soaked because of how quick she rushed out of the shower. It’s 7:10am, and she blames the dryness of her face for the coloring below her eyes. Were they darker than normal? Redder? It’s too early to tell, either way she pats some old foundation on before quickly applying eye shadow. Lipstick covering over the bottom of her jutted out lip and she mushes it together with the top part to help smooth it.7:11am and she realizes, through the dripping of her hair, that she’s yet to brush it. Or her teeth. Back into the bathroom she goes, brushing her hair, applying deodorant, and staring at her hair in the mirror. If she started brushing it now, she’d be… More tears escape her eyes as she ties her hair into a harsh, quick bun-set ponytail. It’s not till 7:15am that she’s in her mama’s old car, donning a red uniform with a fake ass golden arching smile. The car starts with a loud roaring noise, shaking without her even touching the acceleration or moving it out of park. The clock pops up and it’s only 7:08am. The car clock is behind by 5 minutes, which means it’s really 7:13am. Which means she’s 2 minutes earlier than her internal clock had been telling her.She breathes a sigh of relief. Two minutes less late than she thought. That’s not bad. She sits in the car semi-relieved for but a minute, before she looks at the clock again. It said 7:11am now, but since it was 5 minutes behind, it was really 7:16am, which means she’s a minute later now than she would have been if she’d left before. She gulps and more tears come down her face as adrenaline pushes her to switch her gears out of park and into work mode. She shakes as she reverses out of the lot, and onto the streets. Her mouth opening to wail out some animalistic, gutted noise as she mourns for something she’s not even sure existed in the first place.She was late again. She’d let them down. (She made herself late.) It’s as she pulls into the lot next to her place of work that she shuts her car down, and wipes her face. The car makes an animalistic noise similar to her own, and dejectedly screeches as she opens the door to get out. Hastily reapplying her lipstick as she rushes to her store. Checks her cell phone for the time. 7:33am.She was over half an hour late.Again. She gulps as she debates getting back in the car, going back home and staying in her bed, never getting back up again. But, she knew that would make tomorrow so so so much worse. A flare of her nostrils as she inhales to go inside. As quick as she can, not to be even a second later.Only. She is. She is late. Not only is she late, but she didn’t even think to call in. (How could she call in, when calling would only make her later? But, her shower made her later. So did her pausing. So did her staying in bed for a few extra minutes. They were going to point out her hair, first thing. Tell her that if she does this one more time she’s fired.) She already knows this. She’s been told this. She’s already fired in her mind, already mourning her loss everyday. When she steps inside, she rushes to clock in. Only, she needs an override. She’s too late to sneak in. Her breathing sharpens and blood rushes to her head. She feels like she’s about to throw up, only, it stays in her gut. As it always does. “Hello, welcome to Happy Meals!” She greets a guest enthusiastically. She hasn’t clocked in yet.“Can I have a number 4 with a large slushie instead of the drink?” The guest asks.“Of course, step right up to the counter and the assigned cashier can help you with your order.” Automatically comes out of her mouth.It’s with a short pause that the guest responds to her, probably surprised that she wasn’t going to ring in the order herself after greeting him. “Ah, okay.”She can’t ring you in, she’s not on the clock! She has no access to tills, but, of course, she can’t say that. Merely get judged in passing by the stranger wanting a burger and fries and a slushie that doesn’t actually come with the meal without a 75 cent upcharge. She notices she’s shaking again, do they notice? Did they notice? A small pull on her sleeve as she goes to find her manager. Quickened breathing and she almost runs into the bathroom instead. But, that again, would only make her later. So. She slips on a store apron as she goes to start her day.‘I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this, I can’t do this, I can’t do this--’“You’re late.”---It’s the Same New Day, Again

Dear stranger,

Dear Etta;

To be with you was to be in love every second of the day. To be with you was to fight for myself and you also, for us. To be without you is the lonely shiver of a tumbleweed. A forgetting beat that is off sync -- my heart doesn't even seem to be my own anymore -- I have forgotten the beats of it. With you I could recognize the jumps, skips, tugs, the flow -- Everything.

I often sit and listen to wives say things like “All my husband do is go to work and come home”. Im not sure if that gives them a sense of security that because he is at work, he is being faithful. It does not happen that way. Especially if he has been known to cheat before. He still is. Just at work. Eighty-five percent of affairs start at work. You probably have a work sister wife and don’t even know it.

Jed,

We often hear people say their spouse is their best friend, and probably never question why. I am going to share today why my husband is truly my best friend. When I take away our children, grandchildren, romance and sex I can honestly say we are true friends. I met Michael Preston Sr. when I was 17 years old and weighing about 97 lbs. I had been picked on and laughed at by a lot of guys and told that nobody wanted me because I was skinny. Whenever a young man did express an interest in dating me, I pulled away. I subconsciously believed that eventually, he would tell me I was not woman enough because I did not have a lot of curves. The first time Michael came to my house we were sitting on the living room couch and he asked me to stand up so he could see how tall I was. In my mind I am thinking, "Here it comes, he's going to tell me that I am too skinny, so I decided to beat him to the punch.

Some of you may be thinking as you glanced at the title of my story;

Lately I've been wondering what happened in my past lives. How did I get stuck being okay with what I am? I am trying so hard to look within, and find the one I'm supposed to be. I know I am not there yet, I still have much work to do. How did I end up alone?

“Why am I all by myself at 9:30pm on a Saturday night in New York City?!” I thought to myself, as I wandered slowly down the sidewalk. The movie was great, (more than great, romantic-comedies are my FAVORITE and this one was particularly romantic AND comedic) but too short, and if I went back to my apartment now, my middle-aged roommates would think I had no social life. How is it that Jo, the 65-year-old musical theatre actress, had more of a social life than me? I’m 27. I’m in the prime of life. I live in New York City! Most nights, I’m in bed watching Netflix by 10:30pm. Being that it was Saturday, I had decided to go out to the movies. (I know, I know, WILD night). Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE seeing movies by myself. But after awhile, you start to wonder if you’re weird. Being alone so much. Not having more friends. More plans. Maybe I just push people away? Maybe I’ve turned down too many social opportunities in the past and people have given up inviting me. Maybe I’m afraid of people getting too close.

What is a meme?

Online dating is very popular nowadays and majority of my friends have met their significant other through some dating site. Me on the other hand I get nothing but crazy, hot ass horny mothafuckers looking for one thing and one thing only... SEX! How in heck do I only attract guys who want to just hook up and never actually take me on a damn date?!

Most of my life I have been boy-crazy. The type of woman with a boyfriend she loves, a crush she adores, with an admirer or two falling somewhere in the mix. So chances are, I have had many a celebrity boyfriend before the one I am thinking of now. Accompanied by the likes of Fall Out Boy band member Pete Wentz adorning the band room locker door I had in high school, lucky locker door to get those cringey between class kisses, mine near to the trumpet player who had pinned up Kim Kardashian beach snaps in his; my college years celebrity hubby being the sizzlingly funny, artistically inclined, multi-faceted, selfie-king extradordinare (we will never forget those infamous Instagram days) James Franco. Franco just got the full obnoxiously long Fall Out Boy song title description, an honor, really. The celebrity crush I have in the clouds of my mind for this piece is in a category all his own, if we dare categorize this lovable crush of mine at all, the internet sensation and YouTube celebrity: Chris Crocker. The iconic Britney Spears fan creating currents amongst the cyberspace over 10 years ago, loyally defending the pop star during a Britney like episode of his own. The video is comparable to inception of the shaved head Britney attacking a car window with an umbrella, metaphorically speaking (a place we've all been), Chris, a young man discovering his one of a kind identity and presence in the world, impressed by Britney's stardom is emotional with a camera and access to YouTube. Those moments where the stars align and one is in the right place at the right time on the internet, that lucky viral delight, Chris Crocker.