Whelp, it's been a while since I've done one of these. To be honest, I'm running out of ideas for content at the moment, and a lot's happened in the past couple months, so I thought it might be good to sit back and talk about it. The New Year was an incredibly stressful time... Continue Reading →
Top 5 Ways to Stay Sane During Quarantine
Everything is fine. And by “fine” I mean “the world is under quarantine, every day is a waking nightmare, and I can’t even buy toilet paper anymore!” It’s been a rough time for all of us, and we could all use some ways to stave off the simultaneous boredom and existential dread of social distancing.... Continue Reading →
Coming to a crossroads…
This post may be a bit rambly and not make a lot of sense, but hopefully it does to those of you who blog on here. I feel like I'm kind of at a creative standstill with my blog right now and not sure what to do next with it. When I started this blog... Continue Reading →
When you wear a mask for so long, you don’t remember what your real face looks like
This isn't really a fun post and I'm not really sure if I should even bother writing about this, but it's just something in my personal life that has been on my mind and I have to get it off my chest for a bit. Sorry if this is kind of long and doesn't really... Continue Reading →
Some thoughts for 2020…
I can't believe it's 2020 now. It's crazy, right? I wanted to write a kind of life update around New Years, but unfortunately I was crazy busy moving to a new place, working, and just dealing with all the stress of the holidays. It's been a stressful month for me, but luckily things are finally... Continue Reading →
Autism, and trying to make sense of the world
Content warning: this post contains some discussion of mental illness, self-harm and suicide. I think the first time I realized I was different was when I was five years old in kindergarten class. I have always been a shy person, and that was all the more true when I was a child. I seldom spoke... Continue Reading →
An open letter to myself, as a 15-year-old girl
Trigger warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, mention of sexual abuse Hey there. Wow. There are so many things I want to say. Unfortunately, time travel has still not been invented yet. So there's really no way for you, the person I was at age 15, to understand anything I, the person you will become at almost 30,... Continue Reading →
The House That Built Me
I think I was eight years old when I first tried on women's clothing. (TW: transphobia, homophobia, child abuse) I had a pretty normal childhood for a white, middle-class American in the 90's. I grew up in Framingham, Massachusetts, one of a seemingly endless chain of suburbs in the Greater Boston Area, to a second-generation... Continue Reading →
Starting Life From Zero 