There was something about being a boy here.

For most people, Tahlequah was a heartwarming story about the power of a community of mothers. For me, it opened up a wound that I didn’t yet have the words for.

“His fate was predetermined, you see. The stars had already decided.”

Hip Hop was my first love, and it didn’t love me back.

A friend told me I would find other people like me at college, and I thought she meant “people whose feelings embraced the world like a corset.”

Here is the problem with the apocalypse: it’s boring. And exhausting, and lonely.