Obsessed with the way this ad is popping up in the Bruce Wayne tag
Some of my poems got accepted for the first issue of a lit magazine. I haven’t told anyone but my sister. I’m scared they’ll change their minds by the time the issue comes out, and I’ll have looked silly for thinking my work was worthy of publishing.
It is now March 7, 2025
i forgot to post this last year so im scheduling it to post march 15th 2024 (it's march 17th 2023 rn)
It’s mornings like this I wish I was a smoker.
Alas, another plot of indulgence spoiled by shit lungs.
Hades from Hercules 🤝 Getting mad that your hot girl bestie is ignoring you to hang out with a 🤢GUY🤮 🤝 Me
It is fucking devastating when you realize how little women, particularly queer women, mean to anyone.
My city had 20 Pride Month events last year. Six were explicitly for gay men. Five more centered gay men, and happened in gay men’s bars.
Two were for WLW. One got canceled, the other got turned into a “Ladies Night” so more straight women felt welcome.
None of the posters had women on them.
I live in one of the gayest cities in the country.
Links to some of my reflective posts! I'll be updating this whenever I post a new one.
The Letter
One Last Time
The Extension
When I First
The one I love the most
Broken vase
The Bus stop
Her
The Puzzle
He’s me. He’s daddy. He’s babygirl. He is 12 raccoons in a trenchcoat. He deserves to be treated kindly. He should be taken out back and shot. He is where dreams die and hope is born. He once ate a pie out of a dumpster that was literally on fire.