OKAY, where do I even begin??!? I guess, first of all, if you haven’t heard any of Hayley Kiyoko’s music yet, take a break and go do that right now. Her music is all over iTunes, Spotify, YouTube, etc., so there are no excuses. After you do that, come back here so that we can talk about her.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone! I can’t lie, I absolutely love new year’s resolutions. I love the idea of taking time to focus on what you want and setting goals in order to achieve that. I know you can do this at any point of the year, but I think there’s something special about doing it at the top of the year. It’s a nice reset. From my experience, the trick is to set reasonable goals, which is something humans find very difficult to do. Another trick is to not set too many goals. That’ll just lead to burnout! I feel like I’ve learned a lot about myself this year, and I feel more prepared that I ever have to set reasonable goals that I can follow through on. We have a full year to see how right I am about that. Let’s go! Continue Reading
Man, this has been . . . a year. I had really high hopes for 2017 at this time last year, both globally and personally. But it was just kind of a shit-show overall. I mean, remember when we thought 2016 was the worst year ever? 2017 was so bad that I can’t even remember what we were bitching about in 2016.
Though the world certainly seems to be falling apart, I cannot ignore the fact that my personal life is not in shambles. I suffered no major personal losses and I can still afford to live the same lifestyle I always have. And for those things I will always be thankful. Though it was not always the easiest, 2017 taught me a lot of lessons that I will carry with me forever. Without further ado, here they are:
I’ve been working on this post for several weeks. First, I couldn’t decide how to start it. Then, I felt a lot of pressure to say the right thing, to phrase things in exactly the right way. These kind of pieces are so important, especially for readers who are struggling to understand their sexuality. I’ve read a number of these kinds of pieces throughout the years, and they’ve all helped me in one way or another. Now I hope that sharing my journey to understanding my sexuality will help someone else. I hope my words resonate with others and bring at least one other person comfort. It’s a tall order, but I’ve tried to meet it. Here goes nothing . . .
About two months ago, we entered a period in which women and men can share their experiences with sexual harassment, sexual assault, and rape with the expectation that people will be open to believing them. When I read that statement over, it really doesn’t sound all that exciting. In fact, it sounds a bit depressing. But it represents a huge shift in the way that we approach allegations of sexual misconduct.
I’ve been mulling over this post for approximately two years now. That was right around the time when I started thinking more seriously about my sexuality. It was also around the time when same-sex marriage was legalized in the United States, and when American media appeared to be picking up on the issue of police brutality and racial inequality. And let’s not forget about Patricia Arquette’s controversial Oscar acceptance speech, in which she initially appeared to be calling for a focus on women’s rights following ardent support from women for gay rights and black rights over the years*. I was pummeled by mixed emotion that year. I felt like I couldn’t read the news without coming across a national (or international!) issue resonating with me at my core. I had a hard time deciding which issue to focus my time and energy on or even where to focus my growing outrage. What should I be most vocal about? What was most important to me — my sexuality, my race, or my gender?