The Moon’s Navel
“You’re Mexican!” he said a little too enthusiastically, like I was just what he’d been looking for. I worried that he was going to put me in his museum or something.
How is anyone from here?
I am a writer, journalist, and advice columnist from Oklahoma currently residing in New York City. I have contributed to NBC News, BuzzFeed, The Guardian, and more. My weekly column is called "Hola Papi!" and can be found on Condé Nast's LGBTQ+ outlet, them.us
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