#279 Of course I read Cunt. Painting with my menstrual blood was transformative! _________ #280 Girl,  I would love to help you move that modular couch from IKEA. _________ #281 Cold? Here take my micro-fleece vest. I only wear it ironically. _________ #282 Have you reconciled your identity with race and class privilege? _________ #283 […]

Haiku for Adulthood: Lesbian Pick-up Lines

At my dad’s house in Tucson, almost everything I picked up was expired. The contact solution. The Aspirin. The Frosted Mini Wheats. I consumed all of it anyway. So far, none of it has killed me. 2008. 2007. A chocolate rose from my senior prom in 2001 might be the […]

Lonesome was the blacktop

#270 My love is half bird and half law. It’s up and up and up, then over. _________ #271 This crush, relentless. I am like a cat and she’s a laser pointer. _________ #272 Your heart is a street that has no sign, but still I found you. I found […]

Haiku for Adulthood: Blush Whine

An friend and I were g-chatting recently, and she asked why I haven’t written about India. I told her I would, but the truth is, I have been writing about it, just not in a creepy Eat Pray Love way. If you’ve read my columns recently (those fancy images in the sidebar […]

You must change your life

In May of 2008, I wrote in my journal that my goal for the year was to go to India with Ellie. It took me a few extra years, but here I am in Mysore. The circumstances, of course, turned out to be wildly different, but that’s India too. Have […]

Boy, Am Mysore