“Just be myself?” You should see how many selves there are in my psyche. Some of them are fucking murderers and they are trying to kill me. Like, I’m surviving them. I’m living with them, y’know?” – Jenny Slate, Stage Fright Since the age of 11, I have been in therapy eight times. Four times…
And I can tell When you get nervous You think being yourself means being unworthy And it’s hard to love with a heart that’s hurting “…queer as not about who you’re having sex with, that can be a dimension of it, but queer as being about the self that is at odds with everything around…
what will we be to each other / if the world doesn’t end? [1] ~~~ I write to be heard. I write to understand. I write to be understood. I write to share myself with you. I write so that maybe I won’t feel so alone. I write so that maybe we’ll connect. At some point earlier…
A message from our editor for our white readers and friends. Rape culture and toxic masculinity are intricately embedded in, and dependent upon, white supremacy. Black lives matter. Ending rape culture is an abolitionist project; we must abolish the police. Donate to Movement for Black Lives https://secure.actblue.com/donate/movement-4-black-lives-1 or find a local organization or Black owned…
“…Maybe it’s all gonna turn out alright / Oh, I know that it’s not / but I have to believe that it is…” – Julien Baker “Appointments” ~~~ Today is my 37th birthday. Birthdays are interesting markers for people like me. I spend a lot of my daily energy struggling with thoughts about not particularly wanting…
It cannot be said that The Bridges We Burn is subtle about our politics. Like our emotions, we wear our politics on our sleeves and strive for a praxis that bridges our ideals, theoretical foundations, and action for justice and equity. To that end, it is important for us to state that The Bridges We…
“Getting help for mental health is not enough. We live in a world where people don’t want to live in it anymore. We need to change the world.” – @nikkimwalls ~~~ I think about suicide a lot. That is a loaded sentence. I mean it in two specific ways: 1. I often think about killing…
On April 20, 1999, I was barely a month into my 16th year, a sophomore in high school full of angst, unrequited love, joy, and maybe a little anger. For years one of my favorite songs was Pearl Jam’s “Jeremy,” the grunge anthem to teen angst and anger, but more so an ode to sadness…
