A friend was recently reflecting on her attempts at self-love, and mid-thought, sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, "Why is this shit so hard?" Good question: Why is self-love so hard? It definitely feels hard to me, too. But I can't wrap my mind around why. I love other people easily. I fall in friendship-love … Continue reading A Self-Love Story
Some things I've learned since my last post: Gender is a thing some people feel. I am not one of those people. I don't have an inner sense or "knowing" about my gender. Gender feels like something other people put on me, based on the circumstances. And I don't always mind this. I love women; … Continue reading Gendermender
On Words I feel bad about my sex. I really do. If you saw me, you probably wouldn’t guess it. Because words are tricky and malleable, I’ll clarify: I’m talking about the sex that was assigned to me as a baby. In January of 1983, a doctor eased me out of an incision in my … Continue reading I Feel Bad About My Sex
Yesterday was the first anniversary of “Beautiful in the Moonlight,” the Big Strong Yes episode where things got real. When I go back and listen to BSY #3, I can hear little glimmers of what the show—and its courageous hosts, and Chipperish as a whole—would eventually become. Yesterday was also the anniversary of my last … Continue reading The Click
I've thought for a long time about just writing here, without worrying about what, exactly, I'll say. Just opening up a new post and typing something, anything, without thinking it has to be an essay or a poem or a story or even be particularly interesting. Because writing is about stretching the writing muscles, isn't … Continue reading Good At Titles
I've never experienced romantic-love heartbreak. I'm not sure I've experienced romantic love. All those movies and TV shows and pop songs are alien to me; flirting and dating and falling in love were never part of my personal narrative. I married the first person I had any sort of "romantic" relationship with, because I was … Continue reading How a Heart Gets Broken
I've been on an etymology kick lately. Roots of words feel more meaningful than definitions, which seem to change with the linguistic seasons. So I've decided to cultivate joy. Embrace joy. Find out what I'm like as a person by figuring out what brings me joy. But what is joy, anyway? The dictionary definition links … Continue reading What is “Joy,” Anyway?