150 grams

150 grams

1. Keep it secret at first. Just don’t think about it. And you won’t, until it flicks and flaps in your stomach like panic. Like falling. Practice telling everything. Leak truth in emails. Cryptic hints like, “I’m having something biopsied.” Then, maybe, “a lump.” But...
Zen And The Art of Confidence

Zen And The Art of Confidence

Confidence isn’t the same as courage, although having the former helps to embody the latter. My friend, I’ll call him Sam, recently moved to San Francisco from Idaho, before which he lived in Chicago where we first met. We were friends for a while in Chicago before he...
Wiggling between my penis and sadness.

Wiggling between my penis and sadness.

Who knew Redwood trees – some of the oldest, largest, most imposing creatures in the world – could seem so fragile? I hiked in a Redwood forest last weekend with friends. What I noticed first was the unnatural blackness of charred trees and brush. “Has there been a...

Fear and Faith

I spent the weekend with my sister. Sometimes I think we’re like sisters in a fairy tale – one tall and awkward-limbed, one short and edged by desperation. It’s the first time in many years that we spent time together outside the warm knot of our family....

Low Tide, High Tide

Sexuality is fluid. It’s a theory I’ve held for some time now and here, right outside these sliding glass doors, is a metaphor—my favorite. More than a simple (yet delicious) metaphor though, or as an extension of one, it’s nature reflecting nature. This place is...

home…

I’m here in San Francisco, soon to be my new home after a short two-year sojourn in Phoenix. What’s funny is that I started my new job here on January 18th, exactly two years from the day that I moved from Chicago to Phoenix. It’s been raining almost nonstop since I...