Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Clothes are, and always have been, a fun way of expressing myself. I used to get a lot of attention for the way I dressed. While most of my peers in art school would go for relaxed and edgy outfits, I was always the one in tight dresses, heels and signature eyeliner. I wouldn’t be caught dead in sneakers or even a button-down shirt.

It took me really long time to realize that my internalized homophobia was one of the reasons I felt so much pressure to dress in a high femme way. I felt safer if I could pass as straight.

For nostalgia’s sake, I hold onto items from my past relationships. But social media changes everything.

With direct messages and texts, ghosts of relationships past aren’t so easily sorted

I used to think I needed a house and a big salary by age 30. Now that I’m about to leave my 20s behind, I have new goals.

Now, I want to find what truly makes me happy

The short winter days make me sad. Here’s how I cope.

Nothing I’ve tried is a cure-all, but I’ve found some remedies that work for me