There is, in fact, no safeword for chemical burns under one’s fingernails.

If you’re lying to everyone you know, including yourself, at every possible turn, is a little upheaval really the worst that could happen to your life right now?

Fighting makes us feel alive, until it kills us. If it doesn’t kill us, the pain of sitting alone with ourselves, quietly, under constant assault by our own thoughts and memories of war can easily...

Let’s be very clear about this, asshole: I’ve been a woman in Arkansas. I know damn well what it means when a man says to me ‘Calm down.’ Being raped comes next, and that’s a...

Relinquishing control to another person is like death: it’s only scary until it finally happens.

Even with the very best of intentions, even with the ambition of making the world a better place, when we cast judgment upon people whose lifestyles, beliefs, or predilections we dislike, we add to the...

No one has the right to demand that your body be something other than what it is.

Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly...

Should’ assumes that when either willingness or ability is lacking, it may be compensated for by an abundance of the other. This is simply not realistic.

We’re all just people making decisions and accepting consequences as we march toward an impending and inevitable death.

THIS IS WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE. HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE AESTHETICALLY PLEASING; HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE MUSCULAR; HE DESERVES NOT TO BE PHOTOSHOPPED. HE IS HUMAN, AND HE HAS BLEMISHES....

If I die on my way to the dance, it will be better than to survive having never lifted my feet.

What you call ‘contradiction’ I call ‘complement’.

My body is a political battlefield.It is a place of war, of death and suffering, of triumph and victory, of damage and repair, of blood and tears and sweat.It is a place where memories go...

It’s the process of being minimized, invalidated, silenced. It’s the process of being subjected to whatever someone else thinks I owe them. It’s the process of being used, examined, explored, and thrown away. It’s the...

We’re not broken. We’re not in the wrong bodies. We’re not inadequate. We’re not lesser. We’re not unwanted. We’re not fraudulent. We’re not undesirable. That’s all just a set of lies we tell to soothe...

All I’m saying is that I want you to be happy. I don’t care how it happens, or what it takes to facilitate it. I don’t care if it happens with me or without me....

May we each find in ourselves the courage we forgot we have, to see the beauty we forgot is inside us, while battling the demons we forgot we can slay, on a battlefield we forgot...

I could go into their reality any time I chose to, but they could never come into mine. This is what I called ‘helping’ them.

There is a certain loveliness, I think, to performing deep cleaning in one’s underwear on a beautiful summer day.

I was not merely cleaning an oven; I was improving the world.

One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I’m going to die.

If it’s convenient to love you, you’re lying to someone about who you are or what you need.