Most recently published stories in Humans.
Dear Sybersue: My Boyfriend is Interested One Day & Not the Next!
Dear Sybersue, I am in a relationship with a guy who seems to be only half interested in me! Some days he is so amazing & loving and then other days he is so removed and distant. We have been together for 9 months.
To All The Men Who Act Like They're PMS'ing
Okay so here is my rant. I hate men who sit there and complain about how bad women act when they're having their monthly visitor or those snarky assholes who have the audacity to piss a woman off and then ask her if she is on her period when she finally rips him a new asshole for being an asshole. You all know who you are and you all are all hypocrites because you all know that on any given day you act 100x worse than any women on her period and yet we are just supposed to what? Sit back and take it? Are we supposed to act like nothing is happening? Act like we don't see you for the assholes you really are? I got a response to this you probably won't like and that is "Get bent!"
Closure Happens in Funny Ways
He waltzed right past me. I felt my heart sink to the bottom of my chest. Of course he didn't see me. He probably wouldn't have recognized me if he had. My hair was completely different and I actually had makeup on for a change. Still, he may not have seen me, but I saw him, the man who destroyed my life, move to the center of the bar as if he had done nothing wrong.
The First Time Someone Fell in Love with Me
There actually is a fear of falling in love. It's called philophobia. This is more than just being too shy of having a crush. It's when someone has an actual disorder of even giving love a chance. I was self- diagnosed with it. That was ruined for me, so I thought.
"Cath, I'm not that kind of guy." I said, eyeing the woman. "Especially because Aeron is my best friend." Cath was also my best friend, but she was like one of the guys. Her girlfriend, Sabriel or Bri for short, is this over-the-top ginger with a big nose and high cheek bones, but she makes Cath happy. So, I have no real opinion. But Cath, being the shit-pot stirrer she is, knows that I have deep feelings for our other friend, Aeron.
Seeing Alice in the Mirrors
The following years were very complicated for my family. My mother moved to Amsterdam, the little town full of canals and bridges in Holland, and had a little girl called Branca with her new husband Jan.
Relationships with Anxiety
I’ve completely obliterated many a relationship due to my anxiety. There’s been the sudden rage born out of feeling uncomfortable. Nausea has led me to cancel plans again and again because “I don’t feel well.” And I’ve ghosted really nice folks because I was afraid of spending time with new people but had run out of excuses for not getting together with them.
Retribution: Chapter 3
On a Friday evening in May, Charles Prideaux and his brother in law Jules Martin went to the Palais Garnier to see the Paris Opera Ballet perform Sleeping Beauty. When the two men arrived in their box, Tchaikovsky’s introduction to the prologue was beginning to play.
Furry and Feathery Children
I am a 20-year-old lesbian woman, in college, and have been in an on-again-off-again relationship with another woman. For as long as I can remember, I've always known, no matter who I was with, I wanted to be a mother. Unfortunately, that meant I became obsessed with the idea, and nearly did the unspeakable, becoming pregnant on purpose, and having a child before I was even 16 years old.
Why I Am Still Not "Over" Orlando
On June 12, 2016, the worst mass-shooting in the United States took place at a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida. Immediately any mention of “Orlando” or “Pulse” became a somber one in queer communities. I’m writing from almost a year later and it seems like everyone has moved on. The media certainly has, and, for the most part, the queer community appears to have as well. We’ve put it behind us, because we have to. We have to keep moving, to keep living, because to let this tragedy consume our community would be to silence to ourselves.
Generation vs Generation
I'm about to tell you something that you already know, and if you aren't for some reason aware of this then you must have some kind of superpower. We get older. I know, shocking. We eat, we sleep, we get older, we die; these are some of the certainties in life that everyone must face. But there is another common thread among those who have reached adulthood, one that creeps up on most people that have lived a fuller life, or been around long enough to notice substantial changes in their communities and the world at large.
What is love anyway? There are so many thoughts, ideas, and expectations surrounding love that sometimes we get lost in something other than love. We get pulled by what we believe love is, we get lost in the notion that love will save us, we get lost in the idea that love is separate from us, and we have fallen from grace.