A Prism and Pen prompt response. — I can remember chugging down a glass of lemonade like it was liquid gold. It was another summer at mawmaw’s house and the heat outside had already forced a retreat. …

What I don't get is, the MCU has been the yt guy (and one Asian American in Scar-Jo) show for years now, wayyyy too long if you ask me. I'm kind of meh about the queer representation since that too feels like it's taken too long (still a lil happy though) but of course it's become a culture-war flashpoint for people with nothing better to do. I'm tired of my existence being nothing more than a match to ignite the fury of forever-mad do-nothings.

A short poem about displacement. —

You beat me to the punch as the paragraph before this has me thinking that for those who wield the ability to oppress, identities shine a light on their behaviors. As you detailed in your piece, identities allow for us to better parse out the conditions people live in and their experiences. If "fat" is such a bad word, how did it get to be so? If people had to develop new terms like "Thick" or "Curvy," that means that non-fat people created conditions so harrowing it forced people to try and shake off an identity.

Reckoning with a world growing more unstable and dangerous each day. — I would be lying if I said these past two months haven’t been a special kind of difficult. Sleep doesn’t come easy, anger is always around the corner, and hope is often nowhere to be seen. …

One comedy special was all it took to remind me that people don’t take the Black LGBTQ community seriously. — I have looked into Pandora’s box known as the internet and it has once again spoken to me. The message? If you’re a Black person who happens to also be a member of the LGBTQ community, you don’t exist. …

I’m choosing to be honest rather than ashamed of my circumstances. — It’s been a few weeks now since my displacement from the city I once called home. Since then I’ve found myself going through the motions, — not thinking much on how I’m feeling. Who has time for anything else when survival is the primary goal? Does that mean that I…

Finding my way back. —

Must we carry our sadness from the cradle to the grave? — The first bout of grief many queer and trans people experience is the one where… Our Youth is Stolen from Us Often before we can even verbalize the feeling. It’s the depression along with feelings of otherness and isolation. It’s knowing that something about you is making life way harder than it needs to be. …