So I'm going to be in Idaho next semester, hopefully living in an apartment with my adorable roommate Maddy. This is a good arrangment because when I'm stressed I clean and when she's stressed she cooks. I'm not thrilled about this, but I understand that it's the best thing for me. I'll be fine if I ever make any friends here, which I'm sure ( Read more... )

Well, I guess I'm back to updating this thing again. I'm doing really well. I"m down at the transition part of the program, which is basically a house downtown where I live, cook, and chill at. Right now I only have one other housemate, which is quite nice. School starts Monday, and I'm going to take ASL, ballet, anthropology, 2D design, and ( Read more... )

So I'm home from treatment until Monday, for the first time in seven months. It's beyond weird. I don't want to go back.

2 pm-ish today I head to the airport, where I fly to Minneapolis, hang out, and do interview crap at Macalester, as well as sneak into a folk show with my dad and stepmom. This is followed by a drive to Illinois, where I will see my stepsister and nephew and try not to be too gay in the Gurnee Mills Mall. Yeah, right. Then I fly to Cleveland and ( Read more... )

Dear my primary care physician,
Please don't call me a lesbian. It makes me uncomfortable and I don't like having to explain shit to you.

Love,
Hayden

Oregon was epicepicepic. A lot of pants trading, a lot of music, shoe making, bread making, natural dyes, lesbian music... all the good stuff ( Read more... )

I am addicted to Ani DiFranco ( Read more... )

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It's 90 degrees out, maybe 85, as the humid air cools into the cast of night. The bomp, bomp, bomp of reggaeton is one million decibels and the disco is a writhing mass of bodies, singing along, "Mami yo quiero bailaaaar" and waving their arms, bumping into one another in the most strategic ways. Maruquel leads me into the crowd, her short fat ( Read more... )

Tomorrow's my birthday; I'll be 17 ( Read more... )