Stories and essays from my life
Anal beads, pronouns, and surgical gloves: My non-binary roommate experience
My quest to make the most amount of money, in the least amount of time, doing the littlest amount of work possible has led me to this conclusion; jobs like these usually require full frontal nudity.
When my mom was around 65 years old, she started showing signs of dementia. Although she had always been demented in a funny, twisted, hilarious sort of way, this was the real deal, full-on clinical dementia.
The smell was always the same - that welcoming smell of wood and a tinge of mustiness brought upon by the humidity combined with the furniture that only got fresh air one month out of the year.
Well, to get to heaven sometimes you must pass through hell, especially in a youth hostel in a third world country.