the suggestion of flannel, or: snapshot of a maybe-lesbian

Today a woman in a bow tie touched me on the arm as she walked past me, and I was thrilled, because I wondered, "Oh, snap. Does she know?" And thought secondarily: "WHAT A FUCKING RELIEF." Here is the evidence. Myself, me, February 2, 2020: An inventory. (Sorry in advance, Shakespeare.) Item: One head of … Continue reading the suggestion of flannel, or: snapshot of a maybe-lesbian

co-existing in a narrative, or how do you write nonfiction w/o being an asshole?

Personal essays are my favorite kind of writing. When I was first introduced to the work of Chuck Klosterman at the Governor's Honors Program in 2006, my mind was blown wide open. I didn't know that you could write about things that really happened to you. I didn't know that you were allowed to mine … Continue reading co-existing in a narrative, or how do you write nonfiction w/o being an asshole?