I wondered how I would confront what I thought was my worst: my sexuality.
Distance, though it may be physically distancing, need not make a couple grow distant.
For a decade I’d tricked myself into believing I was happily married, never thinking there could come a time when the trick no longer worked.
I discovered breakdancing in that VHS time capsule, and that was as close as I’d ever get to a culture that did not exist where I lived.
I've long been taught that the appearance of a good marriage, not a good marriage necessarily, is the ultimate goal.
I wasn’t alone in this experience that had made me feel so isolated, so removed from everyone.
"Juice" had the type of lyrics that forced me out of my solitude, whether I wanted to be out of it or not.
It goes like this: sit with the thought, don’t move your fingers, arms, legs, let it enter you, let it stay, let it leave.