Reminiscing about first times in love, intimacy, vulnerability—and all the firsts within them. How what once felt terrifying slowly softens. Each encounter asks for different kinds of courage, unfolding in new shapes, again and again, never the same, but always familiar.

I hope to forever remain anonymous here so that I can truly be free here. Love how it's so quiet for now.

Less is more in February

There are parts of me that have not change for as long as I remember. Parts that have stayed with me for so long, I fear are now a part of my identity. Parts I’ve not accepted, although I fight less often now…