Your wedding can easily be derailed by weather, guests, and any number of other small catastrophes. Your wedding experience can only be derailed by you.
I started to flirt with her. It was pretty innocent really. Subconscious. Sort of like when a little kid meets someone new and wants to be liked. I blushed a lot and glanced at her constantly to see if she was paying attention. She definitely was and it made me even more bashful. The alcohol, dimly lit room, and loud music seemed surreal because I was concentrating so hard on her.
Originally posted on A Feminist Challenging Transphobia:
I’ve been pretty loud about the relative privilege of trans men, but lately I’ve been hearing this term “AFAB privilege”, which frankly irks…
Earlier this week, I posted an opinion piece about all the things that I hated about living in Washington, D.C. I think that this merits a look at my alternative city of choice: Chicago.
I just know that something is wrong with me. It’s a Monday and I’m happy. Weird, huh? We had a great weekend. First, a successful first cookout at our house with […]
When I first moved to the District, I estimated that I would be in the area for about two years. It took ten full years for me to get out. Ten horrible, no good, very bad years.