The way I see it...

Responding to Criticism

When a person receives criticism or their behavior is challenged, they initially respond in one of two ways: They can consider what is being said, weigh the criticism against their own thoughts, and decide whether the information warrants shifting their point of view.They can react defensively as though they’re being…

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Midnight Cheese

I’m writing because I’m experiencing a nagging desperation or something. I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s a cocktail: part dread, part uncertainty, with past trauma bitters and a twist of longing. My social media blew up this evening due to Joe Biden clenching more delegates from several states….

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Mountains we Build Together

Today I realized that the theme of my webcomic, GravityRoad, has been largely inspired by a story from antiquity that I must have learned about while taking art history as a student long ago. The old legend I am referring to is the Tower of Babel. In short, the tale…

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The “Therapy” Category

I realize now that pretty much for the entirety of 2019, I struggled with a nasty spell of depression. My emotional and mental health was trash. To make matters worse, nothing about the world helped to improve my state of mind. Each time I tried to pick myself up a…

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RIP Casa Del Matador

I feel like complaining. Bare with me. For a long time now it’s been my tradition to hit up a cantina with my mother each Monday. We eat fried peppers, chips and salsa, and most importantly, enjoy a few margaritas. We call this tradition, “Margarita Monday”. For years this ritual took…

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Gender, Social Conditioning and Sexuality

I’ve been talking a lot about sex and intimacy lately. This recent outlet of thoughts and feelings is a reflection of my personal account with my gender: the society-dubbed female, and this construct’s relationship to sexuality. I’m at a point where I can look back on the scope of my…

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THE TELL OF AROUSAL

I was hurriedly walking back to my family’s tiny cruise-ship cabin with a tight V-shaped smirk stretched across my lips. Like a quick and dirty grab and go, I had just made out with a boy for the first time. I had met him just that week. We were crammed…

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My Other Face

I was once an art student at SAIC in Chicago. Back then, I had never been on my own before, and found myself living in a swank studio apartment dorm. It was an exciting “leaving the nest” experience, but what I remember most wasn’t the rose-tinted luxuries, rather the white…

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Our Most Basic

We should all talk about sex. Guys… gals… guys with gals. Everyone should feel comfortable talking with one another casually about sex and sexuality. Not out of perversion. Not out of lack of morality. Not in abandonment of social tact or the construct of “class”, but because our inability and unwillingness to normalize…

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Meditation 1 : bloom in a petri dish

I stated last week that I’m writing a neo-bohemian manifesto… yeah? I must point out that I’m not attempting to rewrite the old ways, rather I’d like to draw parallels between periods from the past and today, in order to reflect on how things might be different, the same, or better. I’m doing this to understand what makes…