I was seven when my parent separated. They moved into separate parts of the house, then across the street from one another, and then ultimately, got divorced. Then they moved on, and began dating other people. My father had a series of girlfriends, some of whom lived with us and some that had other children. [...]
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I’m not a big fan of using quotation marks excessively, but as I’ve been thinking about this post all day, several thought have occured to me. I meant this to be a post geared towards women who fall outside of the increasingly small sociocultural window of acceptable body weight. I was thinking of girls who [...]
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When I was fourteen I became sexually active. Then, my desire for sexual intimacy spawned out of my perpetual need for personal validation. I was fat. I was scared. And the role models that I most aspired to be were those who were charismatic and provacative, with anyone and everyone falling at their feet. I [...]
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Now. I love maker’s mark. I mean, I’m not a big drinker. But, if I’m feeling particularly wild, I like few things more than a shot or two of maker’s mark. Because – drinking all that soda is bad for you right? Right. So, no need for a chaser. Also, it makes me feel tough, [...]
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I mean, really, EVERY TIME I think that my heart has broken for the VERY LAST TIME, someone new tells me gay people shouldn’t get married. And to think, last night I went to bed smiling, thinking I was just in New York and they tooooootally love gay people. Turns out today is not the [...]
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The official line to be towed on this blog is: gay people = just like everyone else. Just in case there was some confusion about that point, and while I have been thinking a little about creating a separate queer blog because there are SO many problematic things going on right now that I feel [...]
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I feel the need to elaborate on the point that I understand the unfeminist-y generalizations that I expounded in my letter. Clearly, not every little girl grows up wanting to wear a white dress and get married in such a traditional way, however, this little girl did, and today its with this little girl in [...]
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dear maine, you have broken my heart a little bit today, though I had built up thick walls to bar out this type of sadness, owing to an over active imagination and inclination towards wishful thinking. the funny thing about growing up on this hook is it’s easy to forget that there are people for [...]
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I had planned an anniversary post for tuesday, which was my actual anniversary, involving much fanfare and diagrams about the metaphysics of falling in love and much pseudoscientific discussion, however, it seemed more appropriate to spend the day (and subsequent days) just being in love, rather than torturing my sweetheart with boredom as I often [...]
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Lately this has been happening to me with stunning regularity: an older gay person around town looks at me, kind of cocks her head to the side, and says (please note condescension), “Thats so sweet that you are in love, is this your first serious relationship with a girl?” Or something of the like. And [...]
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Medicinal Marzipan is a blog about learning to love yourself a little bit more every day - to the best of your abilities and without any regrets.
