My lover used to cook for me. When she stopped, I knew our relationship was over.

There are a lot of stressful things about a wedding—your wedding kiss shouldn’t be one of them

I learned more about myself and my partner when I began accepting my mental health as part of my identity.

I can’t help but love Provo, Utah. It’s where I discovered the magical concoction known as “fry sauce”— a pink, goopy condiment that’s really just a mixture of

Blowing shit up is never as much fun as it looks in the movies.

We met online. I’ve always been a sucker for boys with brown hair. We texted for a while and you were funny. We swapped some pictures and you were sexy. I asked

Seven years ago, my grandfather died in his bedroom, just across the hall from mine. He battled stage four head and neck cancer, as well as drug addiction, and

Seven years ago my gayness packed up in the middle of the night and it left, without telling me why, or if it was ever coming back.

When I was 12 there was a girl I couldn’t stop thinking about. I had a small part in the school musical and she was the star.

Somewhere between Carly Rae Jepsen’s lyrics and catchy harmony—I fell in love.

Remember that moment you traced someone’s jaw so you could later revisit the memory of their face? Remember the first time you held another girl’s hand or the t