As a preteen, I had a horrible realization. I realized my convenient life was based on others' suffering. I didn’t want it to be this way.
The first thing I realized was that animals were abused and killed for me to eat. Later, I realized people who made my clothes worked in terrible conditions for poverty wages.
I suddenly understood that others’ pain occurred in relation to my own lucky, wealthy life. I was responsible for what happened to the less privileged. …
Poorly groomed, he appeared to be houseless. Life spent in streets and parks can get degrading, no? People treat you like you’re subhuman.
He may have had alcoholism, or drug addiction. He was likely drunk, high, or both when he acted inappropriately. His self-discipline had gone out the window.
He probably grew up with bad examples of how men treat women.
He probably lacked training in sexual consent.
He probably wasn’t in any fulfilling relationship. He obviously couldn’t watch porn in the privacy of an apartment.
Maybe sneaking up and grabbing someone was the only solution he could see to…
Many people feel an uneasiness around the death of animals for meat — it’s not just vegans and vegetarians. I recently read this eloquent story by a proud Greek-Italian meat lover, who still had difficulty watching slaughterhouse footage.
Still, in our culture it’s easy to feel absurd for caring about the death of animals. Eating meat is so widespread, and has been for so long, that most people simply view it as inevitable.
A common argument vegetarians and vegans run into is that avoiding meat goes against nature. After all, animals eat other animals. Why shouldn’t we? For some reason…
I’m a transgender girl who listens more than talks. Because of this, I seem to be a magnet for people’s gender-related secrets.
But before I list the funniest confessions people told me, I should warn you about something.
Indecency warning: This article contains sexual references. The worst of which are references to my 2-week trial as a “professional phone escort.”
I took those calls, by the way, from a Tempe, AZ apartment complex that shoulda been called “Cockroach Towers.” One time I caught two cockroaches getting hanky-panky above the bathroom door. Eww.
(Honest version: Anyone with the last name Huber…
I’ve struggled my whole life with moderation. I wish it were easy to tell myself when to stop, how much to have, or to what degree I can indulge before no more.
It isn’t. It should be, but somehow I end up justifying “Just one more bowl of vegetables” and “Tomorrow I’ll go to bed early again.” I don’t realize the faults in my logic till it’s literally too late… 4am and I’m comatose from too much cauliflower.
Look, I know some of you probably envy that I overeat on vegetables, but it’s still a problem if you’re me!
I wish I had found Challenge 22 sooner. How I’ve longed to directly engage with folks who want to go vegan and encourage them! Thanks to Chris Yun, @yungains on Instagram, I’ve finally been introduced to this amazing opportunity to facilitate an animal-friendly lifestyle.
An Israeli nonprofit started the challenge in 2014. How it works is that they host friendly private support groups on Facebook, where people try eating vegan for 22 days. Some of the groups are country-specific and others are international.
What separates Challenge 22 from a vegan starter kit or just joining a regular Facebook group is:
I’ve been trying to stop dwelling on my past hookups and crushes. Trying, and failing.
Ideally, I would stay in the present and look to the future when I masturbate. I would meditate on the voluptuous sensations of my body in the now. I’d weave a storyline for how my first relationship might form, envisioning bedtime with my boyfriend in the year 2024.
After all, replaying long-lost scenes choke me up. I’ll never get another chance to see those people, and the circumstances would be different anyway. …
For 9 years as a single trans woman, I felt blocked from finding a relationship. I knew something in my mindset must be off, because my dating attempts felt useless and far removed from the dreamy notions of romance in my head. Yet I could never put a finger on what stopped me from success.
My sister formed a healthy relationship with her high-school sweetheart. They’ve stayed together and even studied abroad together in the decade since! Another sister, now about to graduate college, was a freshman when she met the most amazing boyfriend whom everyone in the family adores.
This was NOT the Valentine’s Day note I was expecting. Newly debt free, I’ve been ready to start investing. I was waiting for a nudge when, February 14th, some unusual advice showed up in my inbox from Jia Jiang.
The Rejection Proof author uses personal taste in brands as an investment strategy. He has 30 companies in his stock portfolio—from Disney, to Zoom, to Costco Wholesale. He chose each one simply because he’s a fan who uses their services a lot. …
The day I made my writer’s profile, I searched for the right words to describe my true essence. To denote my best self, whom I hoped to share in every article. Here were the 2 words I chose.
effusive (adj.): expressing feelings of gratitude, pleasure, or approval in an unrestrained or heartfelt manner.
Pollyanna (noun): an excessively cheerful or optimistic person. [Source: Oxford Languages.]
Little makes me happier than feeling strong appreciation, expressing that appreciation in words, and having those words delight a friend or stranger. Hence, effusive.
The “Pollyanna” part is sort of a tongue-in-cheek way of armoring myself…
I am an effusive Pollyanna and vegan trans woman. My passion is to be kind to all kinds.