One night of doom scrolling on TikTok led me to a clip of Cabaret from the 1993 West End Revival. Admittedly, the clip first caught my eye because of a young Alan Cumming, but my focus quickly shifted once I became aware that someone in a gorilla costume was alongside him. I watched the clip through and was struck by the end at the last line delivered…
I recently began my sex toy journey, and once I stopped giggling about the bucket of dusty pocket pussies in the corner of the sex shop (shout out Good Vibrations in Brookline), I realized some of the adult toys looked eerily familiar…
In middle school, I started filling a journal with ideas of my future girlfriend. Giddy with the thought of my first queer love, I scribbled down every scenario I could think of. Some of them came true. Some of them didn’t. Two queer relationships and a college-hookup-bonanza later, I’m dating a man. After six years of declared lesbianism, this revelation of bisexuality felt like a step back…
Once, I paid $120 to go blonde. Now, I trim my split ends in my bathroom mirror. I’m not alone; I know many who are surrendering their platinum hair for dark roots, swapping regular salon visits for $8 box dye from CVS, and getting free haircuts in friends’ bathrooms…
Eggshell. Ivory. Cream. White. Shades of stress for 18-year-old me choosing her high school graduation dress. And of course, I obsessed over the difference between “off-white” and “warm ivory” like it was a life-or-death situation…
It seems a delicious new color has arrived on the scene for summer.
Her name? Butter Yellow…
I often look back on my middle and early high school outfits with disgust. However, I can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia pang in my chest. Every time one of those ancient “fit checks” taken in the school bathroom mirror pops up, I’m reminded of who I used to be…
Like many hopeful romantics, my guilty pleasures include: my favorite rom-com, coffee or tea, a sexy lingerie set (typically under unassuming clothing), a good snack—oh and anything that may possibly bring my romantic inclinations to life. This so happened to be: the Law of Detachment…
Is imposter syndrome just a new-fangled word for what most women have been going through for ages? While I don’t believe only women suffer from it, navigating the world of self-doubt is an all-too-familiar journey for many, including myself. For those who have not gone down this rabbit hole on TikTok yet, the term “imposter syndrome” encapsulates the feelings of inadequacy that often cling to our successes like shadows. Despite our achievements, we sometimes find ourselves questioning our worth.