we apologise for the inconveniences, a poem

Attention please.

Inbound train number
three. three. six.
is operating 15 to 25 minutes behind schedule

due to

positive train control issues

to accomodate boarding passengers

a lack of regard for the well-being of our customers

the systematic underfunding of our capital budget that has made maintenance difficult to impossible

the continued public subsidy for Americans to operate private cars instead of other means of transport

We apologise for any inconveniences caused.…

your attention please, a poem

your attention please
your ventra card may be expiring
so make sure your rides
Don’t.

Do it. Jump. It’ll be over soon.

register your card online at
Ventra
Chicago
Dot Com. …

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About this $1,800 drug

A claim for pharmacy services through Aetna reduced the drug's cost from $1,752.03 to $30.

I would not have been able to afford this life-saving drug without health insurance.

This $1752.03 drug is Truvada, the brand-name antiviral medication manufactured by Gilead for pre-exposure prophylaxis, or PrEP. The FDA-approved medication greatly reduces the chances of getting HIV — by as much as 90 percent, according to the U.S.…

love in your dreams, a poem

you’ll know you’re in love when you don’t want to fall asleep, for reality is far better than your dreams.

he said.

then i would say he doesn’t know me very well.


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Queer libraries

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/mitchellkuga/librarians-drag-queen-story-hour-lgbt-safe-spaces

Libraries are incredibly queer spaces. I don’t mean queer in the sense that they’re LGBT, but in the sense that they challenge the normative structures of society: A library is simulatenously radical and queer in its nature. Situated in the cities, towns and villages across the country, the library’s free resources are a promise to the citizenry: Come here, and you will have access to information and knowledge — the things needed to live a free, liberal life.…

rose-tinted fries, a poem

He stepped into my world one day
or maybe I stepped into his
I don’t remember.

but what I do recall is the sweet
greasy, buttery, oily fries of those Five Guys
the burgers dripping into the rose-tinted air.

Like so many others, he was unremarkable
in the most memorable of ways
Just another guy who stood by himself within the crowd.…

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Life Writing

What is love?

            <em>“What is love?” I whispered, my question barely rising above the dull hum of the heater. I could feel the chilly air nipping at my exposed toes. He'd turned on the heating but didn't close the window. </em>

He sighed. “That’s a short question with a long answer.”

Our society has loaded the concept of ‘love’ with far more than any individual could ever hope to unpack within a single lifetime.…

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Life

doubt.

            I can't stop him from coming to see me.

However much I pray, I plead, I beg and I believe, he comes.

Sometimes I know he’s coming. There’s the shiver of the back, the creeping dread, the sixth sense that says he’s around, although I can’t see him.…

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Writing

Happiness is…

            <em>"What is happiness?" he asks. "What does happiness mean to you?"</em>

Happiness is ice cream on a hot, dry day.

Happiness is time at the beach, feeling the same between my toes, laughing and not caring that it’ll take days to get it out from our socks and shoes.…

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When making friends means being exploited

I remember one scene particularly well: It was in Ms. Brown’s biology class, and it must have been Year 9, because I didn’t have a class with her before then, but Simon wasn’t in my class afterwards.

This is part three of my ongoing project to write out my personal history in an effort to untangle the emotional history and stressors of my life.…

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LGBTQ Life Writing

My first trip to CAPS, then the ER

“Hi, my name is Leo. I’m a student at Northwestern University. And I suffer from serious depression-like symptoms.”

This is part two of my ongoing project to write out my personal history in an effort to untangle the emotional history and stressors of my life.…

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Three, two, one: What do I do when I fall in love with another boy?

I was 13 when I first thought about killing myself.

I know it was that age only because I remember a specific detail that couldn’t have occurred when I got any older. After my sister, Lisa, moved to college when I was 14, I left the bedroom at the back of our third-floor 3-bedroom apartment, overlooking the fence, and into the larger bedroom that used to be hers.…

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All good stories begin in a bar

Today, I shocked an editor at work with my stories of drinking while under 21. I told her I had lived outside of the US. Then I realized how incredible that moment was.

She was the first person who saw me and didn’t assume I was from somewhere other than the United States.…

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The Sound

I’ve been obsessed with The 1975’s 2016 single, “The Sound,” over the last few days.

There’s something about the song’s lyrics and underlying beat that’s connecting at a deep and fundamental layer of my existence.

Perhaps it’s the unapologetic poppiness of the song, which speaks to the basicness integral to my personality.…

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Multiplicity

“I don’t feel like anyone could understand me without knowing more about me than most people do,” I texted. “I usually do not have the time to explain the about-150 years of geopolitical and sociocultural history of the U.S., Europe and Asia and how that impacts me.”

He didn’t quite understand that at first.…

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Adulting 101

            I've never really understood the concept of an age of majority. The basic premise, as it was explained to me by "grown-ups," is that young people are not psychologically developed enough to make lasting decisions about their futures, so we -- as a society -- have stepped in to protect our kids from their own naivety and stupidity.