I only tell bad stories, as if I need to prove how rightly you’ve gone. But I forget to say: we were good to each other. We hiked a glacier and chomped pizza and harvested raspberries from the yard to make pancakes on a white night. We had a picnic in March with oreo pie … Continue reading Another Letter to the Men I Have Loved
If you’re reading this, I assume you want to talk about consent. Here’s the first lesson: there’s no such thing as implied consent. Consent is often so cloaked in awkwardness or overly polite language – you’ve heard the one about a cup of tea, right? I mean, that’s great, and it’s helpful, but “Keep Calm … Continue reading Make Consent Sexy Again
Women – your body is your own. You get to learn and discover your own sexuality and enjoyment.
Let me start at the end: I do not miss you. I do not long for you. I do not love you in the way I once did, and I do not desire to build new love with you. I have been hurt by you, and I know I hurt you as well. I know … Continue reading A Letter to the Men I Have Loved
I was standing in line at the airport security point, coming back from the Salt Collective’s weekend away in San Diego, and I got to chatting with the men in line in front of me who were in town for an international psychiatry conference. We were trying to figure out which line was the fastest … Continue reading If You’re Waiting to Be Calm…
I spent Tuesday at the state capitol, lobbying for arts funding in Minnesota. I was with a group of friends and coworkers, and as we were walking in to the large auditorium, I wondered whether I was going to see my former partner, himself a theater artist in town, who works for a statewide theater … Continue reading Emotional Fatigue is Physical Fatigue