Thoughts From a Twin XL

Thoughts From a Twin XL

September was a month for meeting the family. In between learning names, sensibilities, stress levels, and favorite foods, I remember a time (only a month before) when my boyfriend was not ready for me to meet his family, and frankly (probably) didn’t want me to at all. “Family is something I am very apprehensive about,” he told me again on Monday. “My personal life doesn’t overlap with my family life … so to have you in my living room for so long … it’s a lot for me.” The moment he’s talking about consisted of us sharing stories, music, and baby pictures in his parents’ living room the night we celebrated his dad’s birthday. It’s all a lot for me too, but in different ways than it is for him, my partner (I assume — scratch that — I know. Maybe?). 

Thoughts From a Twin XL

This past night without you next to me was hard. I tossed and turned all night, had a nightmare that my parents were back together and woke up depressed and upset and not wanting to face the world. What got me out of bed was the fact that I knew I’d see you (eventually) today. So I changed, got ready and put makeup on, killed some time, and am now waiting for you. But I don’t mind. I have no reason to be upset or worried because for months, all I wanted to know was that you were on your way to see me. 

Thoughts From a Twin XL

Summertime, (Almost) Ex-Lovers, and Analyzing My Queerness: a First Attempt

I read her the title of this piece. At this point, it’s only an idea—a small idea for a potential column I think I might be writing for my college paper (a stupid idea). She leans in, over her plate of pork tacos, all of which I’ve already taken my fair share of bites from, and says: “So, ex-lover, huh?”

Summertime, (Almost) Ex-Lovers, and Analyzing My Queerness: a First Attempt