The discipline of becoming someone I can stand behind.
There is a kind of honesty that asks something of you.
It asks you to sit…
On culture, power, and the uneasy truth that brilliance and harm often live in the same body.
This essay continues a thread I began earlier…
Dancehall, sexuality, and the cultural work happening in a catalogue most people only hear as scandal.
I get into arguments about this all the…
Notes from a public apology about accountability, harm, and learning to live with what you cannot undo.
There’s a particular kind of certainty that…
I’ve been thinking about love languages lately—not as a quiz or a taxonomy, but as something quieter and older. Where they come from. How they…
I was reading a thread the other night. A man telling a story about a woman he knew. A friend.
He said she called him…