More often than not, I feel the desire for touch with a ferocious intensity.
Suddenly, a label I’d fought long and hard to embrace just didn’t feel right anymore.
It’s June. I miss when that used to mean the end of schoolwork and the beginning of beach trips. Now, I feel the need to brace for impact: Pride is here. Or as I tend to think of it, the Month of Queer Gatekeeping.