These Days

Beep beep beep. I am a six year old crying in the corner. There is a nurse with eight arms and six hands; all moving...

Ice Cream Diets

I keep strange hours lately. Trying to get something out of my system I guess…. It is 2 a.m. in my favorite part of...

Trigger Warning

Buses are disgusting. They are full of poor people and pedophiles.” This is the first sentence that popped into my head at 8:40 a.m. on...

Be Not Ashamed

Be not ashamed. We are all flawed, broken, and imperfect. But beautiful you will be, and beautiful you are... Shout out to all the blue-eyed White boys...

Dying of AIDS

RightNowThisVerySecond we are playing gospel music at full volume. Which is not very loud. I have my cell phone plugged into the wall and...

Being a Good Son

This is very hard to say, but if I’m going to be a good son I must say it: I gave my mother HIV. And...

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter.” This is probably neither the time nor the place (nor the magazine) to be painting my face black with engine oil...

Dodging Responsibility

My best friend says that I am exhibiting “drug seeking behavior.” This is something that people who don’t use drugs say to people who...

Two Girls, One Pond

I met Kiva my second year in college…he was blond at the time, and devastatingly beautiful. Beautiful the way that only nineteen year-olds can...

What the Brightest Minds Say

I’m in the hospital again. I say again, because I am always in the hospital. Well not always, but often enough. I’ve had hip...

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