You’ll never know the cost of being loved until you’ve felt it turn into being hated.

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself.” From the closet of history, a heritage of pride.

You will never get away from the sound of the woman that loved you.

The everlasting post. The only-in-America experience visits Brown University. Where next? Whose school or house of worship? Unless we act. So sickeningly long overdue.

Roughly six in ten U.S. gun deaths are suicides (27,300 in 2023—58%). 26M Americans age 12+ experience a major depressive episode each year. Suicide in America is a gun-violence crisis as much as it is a mental health or healthcare crisis. That’s our best intervention point: means safety.

Let’s generate some revenue, gentlefolk!

Context for this is I was talking to a femme queer friend about how men treat her, and she said they’re always so kind, attentive, interested — “whatever, whatever” — so she’s able to have lots of sex if she wants. It reminded me of Elaine yada-yada’ing sex on Seinfeld.

There are a lot of queer people on the planet, and there are more every day, which is something people need to start realizing and understanding.

My closet really reminds me of ex-boyfriends.

Did you just “whatever, whatever” being hot?

My table earlier tonight. Headed to bed now, but I love nights when the good things in life have me feeling inspired.

Reading Allen Ginsberg in a park two blocks from the White House this morning. They can never kill our revolution.

Connecticut needs more progressive revenue streams to fund our social service infrastructure — which includes, among other things, paying social service workers more so that they can afford housing, healthcare, higher education, and childcare in their communities.

Loving queer people changes the people who love them.

Idk why this is speaking to me so much right now, but it is.

Ironic being a criminal justice system researcher and an abolitionist.

“Babe” is my favorite word.

I don’t want that twink’s problems.

Getting excited about a new video game with a cute boy? Dreams do come true, just not always in the way you’d expect.

Raising consciousness, raising voices in New Haven, CT @ Spruce Coffee. ☕️ 🌲

Josh Elliott is doing the damn thing here in Connecticut. Might have to get behind him & send in a donation to help him qualify for the Citizens' Election Program. A candidate fighting for progressive taxation and public investment earning public funding to run—that’s the spirit of democratic access

My third or fourth failed attempt at a relationship collapsed this weekend, and the photo memories on my phone are still of my ex-boyfriend. Yay for me. We keep going.

I always think about Heidi Heitkamp and Mark Pryor voting no and Joe Manchin and John Tester voting yes on the 2013 Background check bill. Being "moderate" didn't help Pryor and Heitkamp, they immediately got smoked, while Tester and Manchin stayed in office another decade.

Let your hole heal, babe.

Thank you for bringing music into my life again.

People will really have opinions on professional athletes’ compensation and not care that the healthcare workers’ unions caring for the sick, elderly, and disabled in their communities are fighting for pennies.

When will we admit to ourselves: this will keep happening until the guns are gone.

I guess I like boys who fall in love easy. That’s why they’re all taken—by the men they fell for when they were 18.

Someone should make an art piece with dead spotted lantern flies.

Good to be me.

The best thing that ever happened to me is someone I never talk to.

Violent love, feel my embrace

Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?

Most of the spotted lanternflies I see in New Haven are already dead—collective action works!

I definitely need a man like me who overflows with affection.

I think I love hot yoga. It was so sexy when we were all in shoulder stand—legs up—like a pantheon of dripping human pillars, a pit-haired, tattooed doll in yoga pants instructing us

Not mostly straight guys sharing their Kinsey scales in the gay bar.

Love is spectrumatic, situational, polymorphic, enduring, and often tragic.

Honestly… come to think of it, kind of weird that haircuts are priced by gender.

Nightlife is politics.

Friend: You’d sleep with a pile of rocks Me: At least I know they’d stay hard for me

When things make you want to die, that’s how you know you’re about to live.

And I think it’s gonna be a long long time ‘Til touchdown brings me ‘round again to find I’m not the man they think I am at home Oh no, no, no

I want a pet raven so badly. Some beautiful babes perched on the power lines and fence posts during my walk home today. You can see the social intelligence in their eyes—their communication! Sweet, noble, obsidian creatures. 🐦‍⬛

Went to 7am hot yoga this morning. Another fabulous workout—feeling so good! The acoustic song playing in the coffee shop after was so pretty, I wished I could send it to a boy.

Some fabulous moments at this year’s historic Emmy Awards. Congratulations to Hannah Einbinder—that’s our girl!—Stephen Colbert, and the other winners who lent their voices to something larger in this frightening historical moment.

It is absolutely insane to me that we're having a debate over whether or not the rightwing deploys violent rhetoric within days of a Fox News personality calling for homeless people to be killed by lethal injection. There is no excuse for this obliviousness. It's unacceptable.

I’m so grateful to be who I am, living when I am, living where I am.

I’m sorry, but I’m doing some masterful writing tonight. I hate to be so arrogant, but my life often feels inspiring to me—simply because the places, spaces, and traditions of our democracy are sacred and grand in a way that dramatizes the existential duty of our citizenship as Americans.

Woke up with a knot in the back of my throat that tasted like vomit. Been getting sick all day. But on the bright side, I did some amazing writing because I finally had the chance to rest.