Five Keys To Working From Home

Most of us have made our homes into sanctuaries to relax and get away; we have not made our homes to be workspaces.

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COVID-19 & How I’ve Been Affected

Let's address the elephant in the room, the infectious, coughing, feverish, and murderous elephant in the room: coronavirus or COVID-19. I want to start by saying I am not a doctor, researcher, or in any way more knowledgeable than the average person about COVID-19. I'm a writer, a storyteller, and a human being just like…

Bisexuality & The GLAAD Media Awards

I can count on two hands, the number of stories that highlight bisexuality in professional sports, and one of those hands get amputated when we talk about bisexuality for men in pro sports. In late August of 2019, I focused on living my truth, on being open and honest with myself and the world. The…

Commitment in 2020 & The Queerties

In this day and age, it seems close to impossible to have a stable, monogamous, loving relationship. In a time of cancel culture, instant gratification, and sensationalism, people seem less equipped for the intricacies of long-term commitment. Add on top of that, having a public relationship, and millions of people's opinions, the bond between two…

Kobe & The Last Three Days

For the last three sunrises, there have been two jackhammers playing tic tac toe on my temples. I have started meaningless fights with my lover, and a hero died one morning before my first cup of coffee. Writing my memoir, I recall empty liquor bottles and sinks full of blood. I don't know what's happening,…

The Tales Behind Our Brokenness: A Series of Mirco Fiction 2

Summer With Him Momma’s Red Pen Momma was writing with red ink today, so my brother and I dare not leave our room. Most mornings, for as long as I can remember, momma has attempted to lose herself in that journal. Described as an author of introductions with no conclusions, yet she was often good at…

A Shot of Death, No Chaser 2

Chapter One Chapter Two “I prefer a stiff drink over a stiff man.” Laughter bubbled over my lips as Gin explained herself with blunt description. It was the fourth Thursday since we had met and every night ended the same; teeth crashing, tongues dancing, and lips melting together. I didn’t know much about the enigma…

Yes, I’m Still Coping With Grief

Come September my best friend, Joesph Gilliam, will have been restored in heaven for a year. It's crazy to think that I've somehow lived without my right-hand man for a full orbit around the sun. No day with grief has been the exact same, each morning brings new challenges and each night brings new pains. With…

Today I Hate Writing

But: I'm going to do it anyway If you're a writer that puts out new content everyday: Go to Hell Wait teach me your ways before you do I don't believe you really do You schedule your post in advance don't you Because: nobody always feels great about what they write or writing in itself. We all have days…

How One Question from my Therapist helped me Realize how much a Soul can Handle.

My therapist asked me a simple question. It was our first time meeting, and I’m sure it’s a question most therapists ask clients paying them too much to do too little. The question was: “What brought you here?” Now me-having just dropped surmountable money for this session, being an excessive overthinker, emotional as all hell,…