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Our Eleven Months of Forever
Eleven months isn’t supposed to be a constellation anyone notices. It’s the small notch between neat numbers, the almost-anniversary. But month eleven is where my sky learned a new center. Before you, my days rose and set on whatever I could will into motion—travel, work, friendship, survival—like a planet faking its own sunrise with a…
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Weekend Double Feature: Superman vs. Weapons (Guess Which One Actually Had Teeth)
Matthew and I hunkered down over the weekend with two very different films, each asking of its viewer something slightly dangerous. One asked, Can a hero still mean something when it feels like the world has moved on? The other asked, What if the horror came early, in the night, from your own backyard? The…
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Silence, Thumbs-Up, and the Gospel of Conditional Love
My family has been estranged from me for most of my life. That word—estranged—sounds tidy, like it was a clean break. It wasn’t. It was a thousand little cuts, quiet exiles, and whispered reminders that I was never going to belong. I never really fit there. Maybe it was who I was. Maybe it was…
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From a Mountain of Solitude to a Lifetime of Yes: The Love Story I Didn’t See Coming
One year ago today, I stood on a mountain in Hawaiʻi with the wind in my face and the Pacific unrolling itself in that impossible blue. It was the kind of view that makes your chest go quiet—the kind that feels like an answer without words. I had come there alone. I was traveling alone.…
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When the Dog Who Saved Me Needs Saving Too
There are few relationships as pure and transformative as the one between a person and their dog. Daisy isn’t just my pet. She isn’t just company. Daisy is the love of my life—the reason I kept breathing on nights when I didn’t think I could. She has been my anchor, my laughter, my comforter, my…
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Not Perfect, Just Us: A 10-Month Love Story
Dear Matthew, On the eve of ten months, I’m putting it all in writing, because love deserves a record—even the messy parts, even the parts where I am not the hero of the scene. I know it’s “just” a month-iversary. I know it’s supposed to be silly. But if I’m honest, I’d celebrate every Tuesday…
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Fast Food, Faster Judgments, and the Full-Time Hustle of Love
There’s something mildly dystopian and wildly romantic about the fact that Matthew and I have become part-time food couriers in a town where Texas Roadhouse still considers itself haute cuisine. Uber Eats. DoorDash. Roadside therapy with a side of queso. When he got to Abilene, we knew we wanted time together. And we knew we…
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I Kissed a Boy, Then Questioned Everything: A Monogamous Gay’s Guide to Reality TV, Respectability, and the Right to Be a Slut
Matthew and I started watching I Kissed A Boy the other night. That’s the sentence. That’s the scandal. The gays finally got their own dating show, and we were ready to indulge—rosé in hand, eyes narrowed, snacks half-forgotten. The premise? Twelve single gay men are paired based on “compatibility,” shipped to a sun-drenched Italian villa,…
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Move Over, The Notebook—My Boyfriend Moved to a Shithole For Me
Romeo drank poison for love.Jack froze to death in the North Atlantic.Allie gave up wealth and status for Noah’s sweaty carpentry chest. And Matthew?Matthew moved to Abilene, Texas. And that, dear reader, is what we call a real-ass love story. Let’s be honest—every great romance needs a setting.Pride and Prejudice had the English countryside.When Harry…
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My Birthday Curse Is Back, and This Time It Brought Reinforcements
Tomorrow, I turn forty-one. Which means, statistically, something will either break, catch fire, go missing, bleed, ghost me, explode, or die. No need to sugarcoat it. The birthday curse is real. I don’t care if you’re religious, spiritual, or just one of those people who puts rose quartz in their bra and calls it healing.…