sober & queer diaries

Author: soberqueerdiaries

  • Elevator Pitch

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    Here is the ‘elevator pitch’ (as they called it) or introduction I would have given about myself in undergrad, if I was currently a student. Imagine me standing in front of a college class, shaking of course because I am extremely stage fright, but mustering up the courage to say all of this. Think of…

  • Strangers

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    if i could be just one tiny neural pathway in someone’s brain the shortest blip, but regardless recorded in the mind as proof or disproof that kindness still exists let me smile at a stranger let me wave warmly at the child peeking over let me hold eye contact with the older man, clearly anxious…

  • Simple pleasures that get increasingly less simple

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    cold coffees cooking at home sleeping next to your cat a text from your best friend – the ability to drive movement for-fun purchases music – discovering and learning new things meeting a new person and instantly knowing you’ll be close sharing a meal with someone smiling at strangers – finding a good career fit…

  • the quest for greener grass

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    There it is, matey! Straight ahead — the greenest grass I have ever seen. Since I was young, I, like many other explorers, have been on a quest: an expedition if you will — ISO the greenest grass in the world. I’ve seen many types of grass, interestingly a lot of them are greener once…

  • 4444

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    I distinctly remember the first time numbers started grabbing me. Weirdly enough, it directly correlates with my grandma passing away. My grandma was a woman who was highly tuned into mysticism and spirituality. She was the first person to introduce me to astrology (she was way ahead of the lesbians on this one), and often…

  • The Poet’s Gene

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    were you born with the poet’s gene? if you were, how do you explain it to others? i’m sure they’ve picked up on it, because whether you’ve shared your art or not, people pick up on the poet’s gene. it resides in the hopeful creatives, the complex romantics, the people who move just a little…

  • Stuffed Animals & Stickers

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    Today I noticed something laying on the counter in my family’s kitchen. It was a sticker book I had bought my nephew for last year’s holiday season. Untouched, this sticker book brought me a pang of sadness. This wasn’t the first time I had purchased a gift for my nephew that didn’t get any attention.…

  • Forgetting + Rediscovering that you are Extraordinary

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    I recently was speaking with someone who mentioned the idea of being familiar with your own reflection in the mirror and therefore not truly registering the beauty or striking features that someone else sees. I think this theory applies beyond appearances in the mirror, often extending to one’s own self-concept. A semi-popular meme, (okay, it’s…

  • The Gender + Cat Axis

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    I am a blessed mother to two furry babies, Sade and Jasper. Jasper was my first, with an adoption certificate of April fools day in 2019, with Sade following a couple of years later in 2021. Their stories are unique, but universal in the sense that they were brought to me by the CDS, or…

  • Internet Friends

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    Lana Del Rey. 2014. Twitter, when it was still cool. Friendships, lesbianism, and group chats. “Stan life”. These are the buzzwords that come to my mind when I think about some of the most formative years of my early adulthood. If you’ve never had the pleasure of having an internet friend, imagine this: someone who…