Stories and essays from my life
Poop references, races to the bathroom, and disgusting nicknames aside, I have never wanted to trade my brothers for sisters, I don’t care how many times they farted on me.
Stale snacks, prolapsed anuses, and naughty septuagenarians; my first experience in a BDSM dungeon
Turns out writing a song for a long lost love, recording it, and shipping it over international waters, isn't enough to win them over.
The Passover seder requires all participants to drink four glasses of wine, and when I was seven-years-old, it sure made for an interesting night.
Anal beads, pronouns, and surgical gloves: My non-binary roommate experience