Fuel running low

As a creator, we can only create so much before we fall. I don't mean "fall" where our lives turn into chaos, but rather when we "fall" onto our beds. That's how I am with this blog some days too. After almost two years, it's getting harder to find new content to write about. Some … Continue reading Fuel running low

Real monsters

I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters