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Be OK
Not to be all “some personal news” but since a couple of weeks ago I announced that I was back in therapy I feel like it would be polite of me to let you all know that therapy is, well, progressing apace. I’m doing okay: my depressive episode lifted less than a week after I…
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Second verse, same as the first.
I feel, sometimes, or actually very often, like the majority of personal essays about bisexuality are basically the same essay again and again and again. For the most part, they are written by white cis women with male partners; more often than not, their fixation is on not being read as queer, and the personal…
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The birdcage is a metaphor.
As an adolescent, I was extremely into independent cinema and especially into any independent cinema about the gays (and yet for some reason still thought that I was straight? Hilarious.). So, yes, I absolutely saw The Birdcage when it came out in theaters. I also saw La Cage aux Folles, the French film that it is reprising, tho which I…
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Could you even have a good bisexual dating show?
I should admit at the top of this essay that I’m not really a reality dating show, or dating competition show, person. The closest I have come to being deeply invested in a dating show was in 2004 when I got super into the second season of The Joe Schmo Show, which was not so much a…
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It’s more subtle than you think.
So I finished The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo pretty quickly — as the friend who recommended it put it, it’s a faux literary beach read, so it’s not too hard to get through — and while I am loathe to devote too much time and energy to a silly fluff book, I do want to talk…
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Are we a type of person, or a people?
One of the things about being Jewish (oh, if you didn’t know, I’m Jewish) is that no one actually knows what, exactly, “Jewish people” are. I don’t mean that in the sense of some antisemitic conspiracy about how we’re all secret lizard people; I mean more that the boundaries of Jewishness and Judaism are porous,…