personal essay

Quad Cities-style pizza rises to the level of legendarily terrible—like 'The Room' or the 'Troll 2' of bad pizza.

When I quit every substance except weed and psychedelics, I could still party and expand my mind, but without the selfishness and addiction.

It's the only place where we can feel like we belong to a community—but without the pressure of revealing everything about ourselves.

Know as "anacam," seven million people a day watched me livestream my life around the clock. Looking back now, I have a new understanding of why I did it.

My father wasn’t at my wedding, either.

On betrayal, rage, and searching for answers.

With every saucy, saturated, ranch-dipped bite, I embrace an act that in the past was used to stereotype and demean Black people such as myself.

On grief, morning runs, and not getting drunk to late-night news broadcasts alone anymore.

But also it kind of was?

If you told me a year ago that I'd watch my husband get a blowjob from a stranger and not feel jealous, I'd have laughed in your face.

After the recent news of Turkish televangelist Adnan Oktar's arrest for fraud, sexual assault, and espionage, I look back on what it was like to meet him and the women of his "Islamic Creationist" cult.

“Even after you’re dead, people are eventually going to find out about who you really were.”