MY RECENT POSTS
- It was my Sadness, Not Me
May 03, 2013 06:28PM - The Choice of Authenticity
Equals Love.
March 30, 2013 10:02PM - OCD: Denying My Love for
Chocolate Pudding
March 15, 2013 02:04PM - Asian Little Person with a Big
Butt.
May 09, 2012 06:26AM - I was NAKED in PUBLIC. That's
right, NO CLOTHES!
December 31, 2011 07:16PM
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It was my Sadness, Not Me

When people in healthy relationships offer me advice, they’ll usually mention that “no one is perfect” somewhere in their story. People in unhealthy relationships will also claim that they’ve stayed because, “no one is perfect.”&n… Read full post »
The Choice of Authenticity Equals Love.

Scrolling through my Facebook photo albums, FB friends are privy to several details about my life: I’ve worked on some unusual projects, I like pink bows and
… Read full post »OCD: Denying My Love for Chocolate Pudding

When I was a child, I was obsessed with death. Unlike Harold in the 1971 flick Harold and Maude, I wasn’t infatuated with dying. I was obsessed with trying to do everything possible NOT to die. Staying alive was just as consuming as orchestr… Read full post »
Asian Little Person with a Big Butt.

Online dating can be a nerve-wracking experience for most people. Meeting someone new. Being transparent. Hoping the first date will end with a kiss instead of duct tape. It’s all rather unpredictable. For me, online… Read full post »
I was NAKED in PUBLIC. That's right, NO CLOTHES!
I’ll admit it, I like to dress up like a skanky whorebag for Halloween. I love taking stupid photos with complete strangers in West Hollywood—it’s like a tradition. However, Halloween 2011 was different. Instead of dolling up in the trashiest outfit I could find, I… Read full post »
First Heartbreak, First Lovebird.
Last year, I experienced my first heartbreak. We didn’t have a conventional relationship. He was non-committal and I convinced myself it was acceptable (it wasn’t). I was clouded by the hope that he would someday be a man and make things right with me.… Read full post »
I don't need a reason, I just don't like it.
When I was in elementary school, my parents enrolled me in an after-school program because they both worked. College students who wanted to be teachers usually led these groups, which were… Read full post »


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