Adjusting your thumbs-up reaction emoji to match your real-life skin tone is a poor facsimile of in-person support and agreement, a Plato’s-cave gesture of a gesture. And yet. It was early April the first time I attended a Zoom event. In Oregon, we’d been shut in since March 23rd, and…

Everything happens for a reason, my mother says. It’s long been her refrain. She means it to take the sting out of a cancelled vacation, cake batter spilled on the floor, a relationship gone awry — but most importantly, she means it. For most of my life, I’ve been skeptical…

It happens all the time, but somehow, I never expect it. I wake up. I go about the normal, shameful, instantly-on-my-screen early morning bullshit. I open a Facebook tab — or just get the notification directly from Google photos the moment I power up my phone. Here comes my vast…

I performed thinness to win the acceptance of men, when all I needed was to accept myself — The first time I had sex with a girl was in the context of a threesome. I’d met the boy through a dating app, knowing he was polyamorous and partnered, and not an hour into our first date he told me he wanted to introduce us. Her name was Jamie…