Gracie and I had never had a birthday party with other kids at it. The most we got was Grandma and Grandpa coming over for cake. We wouldn’t have minded, except kids on TV had birthday parties full of other kids all the time, and then I was invited to Read more…
I’m about to do something I vowed I would never do: Publish erotica under my legal name. It terrifies me. Now some background. I was pretty young, like ten, when I had this great dream about a handsome prince who was being abused and tortured by his wicked queen mother, Read more…
Nyla requested this one, a post on mistakes middle class writers make when writing about working class people. And oh wow. If you’ll listen to me I will talk your ear off. Though first, obviously: I can only write from my own perspective. I know what it’s like to be Read more…
(It’s my birthday, so I’m giving myself the day off of blogging, instead I’m copying this post from my LJ back in 2014. I recently re-read it and quite liked it.) My friend Isabel Yap posted this very beautiful essay on Interfictions: Life is not a shoujo manga. “Why is this Read more…
I had a dream that I had a pet pig. Her name was Priscilla and she was a little more cartoon-shaped than real pigs, with a round fat head and diminutive snout. She was pink with stiff white hairs on her. She felt wonderful to nuzzle. So warm. So affectionate. Read more…
My friend Premee posted to twitter about having spent an entire conversation with a fork in her mouth because she didn’t want the person talking to her to know she wasn’t using a spoon to eat her yogurt. It immediately resonated with me because just that afternoon I had walked Read more…
Playing sports taught me that if you don’t have confidence in your ability to do a thing, you won’t succeed at it. You have to believe you’ll catch the ball, bring the runner to the ground, or land your sword against your target. If you don’t believe you can do Read more…