Make sure to check on loved ones. you never know who’s struggling. if you are in the US dial 411 to get some help.

My entire life I have heard that love will come when I least expect it. I can't help but think about what it might be like to be in love one day, so am I just setting myself up for failure?

I am letting go of the rabbis in the rafters, the voices of blood family, and the toxic weight of conversion therapy. Tonight, my phat, genderqueer body is no longer a sex arena for the broken. Between two seeking souls, we return to the primitive state where touch is finally free.

If you approach with a genuine desire to connect, a lack of entitlement to her time, and the social awareness to know when to move on—you’ll never have to worry about being “that guy.”

I almost recognize myself... and then I don't. Even the parts of me I thought were still mine. It's not that it ended... it's that everything kept going without it.

I got good at being believed... But it's always in the eyes. That's the part you can't train out of yourself. The truth always slips through somewhere.

I could write a book on just how we met alone. The spinning wheel, on this day, spent on me, and you told Papa I was a goal driven wreath. So I’m here to bring you luck, but this time I left no room. I left no room for no “‘til deaths do us apart” because I ain’t dying too soon.

Lost, Lost love, searching for meaning, and realization of mistakes while remembering all the memories that will eventually fade.

Studies have shown that 1 out of 5 women are infertile, at the same time 1 out of 4 women have found themselves in toxic relationships, I created this poem to illustrate the sad story of many women out there, This is the story Mrs. Balcom, a fictional character that meets these problems & has the urge to escape them.

After suffering for the last two years, my father passed peaceably in his sleep...this is my take on things

Exploring the confusion and vulnerability of developing feelings for someone, and the moment when doubt turns into possibility.

Morality was a funny thing once. It asks so much of us to the point of being oppressive. I was yet unsure as to the existence of god but I was damn sure that he had a sick sense of humor the bastard.

A reflection on growing up around homegrown food and simple moments, and the desire to recreate that same magic through starting a small garden of my own.

Finding the right person isn't about finding someone who is perfect. It’s about finding someone whose imperfections are compatible with yours, and whose vision for the future mirrors your own.

Finding meaningful friendships can feel discouraging, especially when connections don’t go beyond surface-level plans. By recognizing the difference between casual and genuine friendships—and putting in effort where it matters—it’s possible to find people who truly care and show up.

My country does not oblige legally registered couples to assume a single name for all members. Wives are allowed to keep theirs or create a double-barreled family name. Husbands have the same legal right, though no one usually asks what they truly desire. Other countries, even democratic ones, drastically limit the choice.

For me, a perfectly ordered apartment feels like a museum — beautiful, but not a place to actually “live”. When the apartment is messy, I have purpose.

A gentle reflection on letting go of perfection and learning to accept life as it comes. This piece explores how growth, relationships, and understanding others are often shaped by the different seasons we’re in—and why not everyone is meant to walk with us through all of them.

A journey from feeling unseen and without refuge to quietly continuing forward in faith—trusting that even in loneliness, there is still a path toward peace, light, and being held.

The good news? You’re not alone, and there is a path forward. Below we’ll break down what typically happens when you’re caught cheating,