The Viable Alternative

So finally, June of 2014, after years of thinking that no idiot therapist could know better than me about me, I walked into a therapist’s office after setting up an appointment, having already had resolved within that I couldn’t overcome myself by myself. Read more…

It was the early 90s, the summer after my Freshman year in college, the month of August to be exact, and two friends of mine and I were walking around in the Village to talk to girls.

We were walking east towards Broadway, coming from Washington Square Park, and walking towards us were these two femme girls holding hands. Read more…