As it turns out, I have a whole buffet of internal pain from living with cerebral palsy, and I'm going to figure out what to do with it.
No matter how much I try to control it, CP is this Regina George figure lording over my life, and I'm learning how to live with her.
Living with disability means suffering daily microaggressions. And from here on out, I'm keeping track.
The sad story of what happens when your girlfriend gets married or pregnant and can't snort poppers with you anymore.
While Solange DJed from her phone, I was pushing away a great guy who was trying to love me.
Along with having cerebral palsy—a group of disorders that affect a person’s ability to move and maintain balance and posture—I’m gay. The combination has often felt like a death sentence for gimpy ol' me.
Growing up, I thought that the definition of “friend” was pretty simple. It meant someone you shared common interests with, could sit with for prolonged moments of silence and not feel weird, and cared about in a way that wasn’t driven by ulterior...
What’s up with all the misogyny, gay dudes? Seriously. I’m not saying you have to staple a copy of 'Feminine Mystique' to your forehead while blasting Julie Ruin, but could some of you (emphasis on SOME) not have such thinly veiled contempt for women?
Six years ago today, I was hit by a car while walking across the intersection of Sunset and Yorba in San Francisco. Since then, I’ve had six surgeries, one skin graft, a three-week hospital stay, four casts, approximately 6,000 painkillers, and a...