How do I even answer this question and what does this mean? — I step into the bar that has glorious shelves upon shelves of diverse whiskey. It’s that dive bar that has a slight elevation to it but swings sets on the outside for adults to get wasted and swing themselves until they’re sick. …

How you can overcome yourself to accomplish anything — I remember people telling me these words don’t sound like poetry. Or the right kind of poetry. Or the poetry we do, as if it is an exclusive club only the few can get into. I’ve had this feeling before, created without a second thought of my words being worth…

How to try to navigate having a disability no one cares to see — When I found out that I was autistic a lot clicked into place. My best friend of years is autistic as well. Her husband is as well. My friend would apologize for her bluntness or different things that just came natural for me to understand. …

and how you survive through other bodies I’m someone that has never kissed someone impulsively. I haven’t had a one night stand, it takes a long time for me to let you inside. Now, if we’re going for being let inside me that takes even longer. But, I’ve always lit…

When they go Unicorn Hunting for you — It’s years ago at a museum event for young professionals. I see her, curves of an ocean body, not too much makeup, ass like a god. I don’t know how to hit on a woman without it becoming just a compliment. “You look amazing.” She smiles. A man comes up…

Remember to make them believe you’re okay when you’re not — “Remember that no one likes someone sad. So tell yourself there’s hope in this. Tell yourself you’re excited about the breakup.” I stare at the person sharing this information with me. A teacher I confide in that the person I’ve loved for years, my forever person, is leaving me. Immediately…

A story of how late in my life I experience my first breakup In every relationship I’ve ever had I have chosen to leave the relationship. Even when I first started dating, and my first ex transitioned us to “friends” but continued to pursue me I chose to stop this…

A Poem Our sex speaks poetry to me how you move like a locomotion something meant to stop only when we get enough, but we never get enough satiation is for satisfaction that isn’t just guaranteed it’s a commodity we praise ourselves in how I raise above your body kiss like…