I didn’t plan to rethink my gender. It happened quietly, when the world shut down and I finally heard myself without the usual noise. It was a feeling I couldn’t shake, like there was more to me than the version I thought I knew. The more I listened, the louder it grew.

I didn’t expect the answer I found.

“Your mother’s a WHORE” I yelled, just fifteen feet from the priest. My voice cracked around pews full of Catholic kids and their teachers.

I was yelling at a Russian exchange student.

“your shit is rotten!!”

I was in third grade, feeling clever and wild. I don’t know what took over, but I liked the sound of it. No one understood anything I was saying.

Except for my mom and my brother.

Marriage doesn’t make sense to me anymore.

It gets framed as the greatest gesture of love, but when you think about it, it’s one of the strongest legal binding contracts you can sign, second only to actual death.

I read this book, If You’re in My Office, Then It’s Too Late by James J. Sexton. He’s a divorce lawyer, and the book laid out things I already felt but couldn’t put into words. It pushed me to look at marriage without the romance filter on.

I started playing Sudoku, and it felt like walking straight into a room I’d avoided my whole life. I never liked puzzles. Word searches made me twitchy. Jigsaws bored me and then irritated me. I had zero patience for any of it.

I’ve been watching way too much Grey’s Anatomy. It’s almost painful.

What does your emotional fortress look like? I can tell you by helping you understand your attachment style.

Lemon Pepper Roasted Broccoli

Just when you got a handle on one thing, there's always something new to wrestle with.

You're trying to engage your conference attendees and incite FOMO that drives ticket sales.

How do we do it with with Instagram TV? Here are five ways to use it for your Conference.

I'm so excited....I'm so excited...I'm so....SCARED.

The Valley of Depletion: A phenomenon where you’ve initially neglected your needs so much that you're too far gone into emotional and/or physical exhaustion, that you can no longer hear your instincts of self care.

How much money did it cost for me to come out as a queer gay man?

Is it MoGo or is it more like NoGo? I do hella math so you don't have to. Y'all don't deserve me, tbh.

Does it cost more to be poor? Yes. But it's not just a matter of money, it's a matter of time, skill and access.

STOP LACROIX SHAMING ME.

Also–it’s pronounced “la-croy” get over it.

Don't have access to your smartphone? Maybe you're just a badass OG and still on that feature-phone tip. Don't worry, it turns out you can still hail a ride.

Know what you bring to the table, so you can stop becoming bitter, and start becoming better.

Uber drivers are working hard for their five stars nowadays. Before we know it, Uber could become the new Grindr.

Sometimes I’m just petty af.

Grab some popcorn. It's story time.