I hate that I love the Ace. I hate that I love it while also feeling inadequate within it.

As much as they sought to swallow the ghosts of history, their eyes remained curiously trained toward home.

I never make eye contact because I don’t intend to look kind or inviting in any way. Because men.

We remain dedicated to opening doors for others in the same way that they have been opened for us.

I urge you to serve our futures by always making time to read, to create first drafts, and to do the hard work of lovingly and critically revising.

What I do remember is the lingering knowledge and horror that my Boyness, my masculinity couldn't protect me.