being a faggot is the greatest joy of my life

Saw Wicked today. Started crying at the second to last vocal run in defying gravity. Fully lost it on the last run. Guess I'm officially a lib now

My goddaughter listened to funkytown 45 times in a row and still kept asking to hear it again. I feel like I just won an award. She has my taste in disco.

Write that thing. Pluck it outta your soul with rusty pliers. Hit the keyboard like it owes you money. Write whenever, wherever you can. Tell your story. Make the words dance. Whatever you want—a novel, a short story, an agent, a movie—it all starts with the writing.

them: whatcha thinkin about

me: “lol poop lol” is a palindrome

them: don’t you have an english degree?

me: two

I will never, ever get over this.

Sending out W-2s this year instead of Christmas cards since mfers want to be all up in my business

On her first day canvassing for Kamala Harris in Pennsylvania, “I began to sense a dissonance between the celebrity-inflected exuberance of the Harris campaign and the bleak mood and raw divisions I encountered in the streets,” Julia Preston writes.

Goodnight Waldo