Moon Child

When I’m not rushing, I notice how my feet hit the ground. There’s a rhythm to walking that you can’t hear when you’re power-striding to the next obligation, the hurried clack of soles erased from the auditory memory as quickly as it is created. Moving slower, my steps feel more deliberate, tethered to something larger. The uneven pavement tells a... See more

To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.

And not just sex as an act, but a particular form of sexiness that it’s suggested a feminine person should perform for the gaze of someone else—the swishing of hips, a look of lust, a dress with a thigh-length slit that’s worn to excite someone else. That personification of sensuality, combined with the other fear-mongering messages I received... See more

Not that many people will care about what you write, at least for the first few years, so make the writing useful to you. Write in a way that lets you refine your thoughts about the things that matter. Write to experience what you care about in higher resolution, write to enhance your feeling of aliveness.