I’m Taiwanese American, but way more American than Taiwanese. I was born and raised in Minnesota, which is about as middle America as you can get. I grew up in an extremely white suburb at a time when the motto for immigrants was the dreaded melting pot–as in, you damn well better melt into the… Continue Reading
I’ve been writing about dating a lot lately because it’s on my mind. Before the pandemic hit (two years ago!), I had decided that I wanted to start dating again. Or at least tapping that ass on the regular. What can I say? I have terrible timing. When the pandemic hit, I obviously set aside… Continue Reading
Let’s talk more about dating. I’ve been maundering about it in the past two posts, and I have more to say. I was listing the things I looked for in a partner. Let’s keep it going. 7. They have to be on the fringe. I’m a freak. I’ve been a freak all my life. I… Continue Reading
In my last post, I talked about my issues with dating–and why I want to try it again. I also wrote about why the idea was daunting–or rather, why I really, really, really like my own company. And my cat, Shadow! He’s my best companion. I noted that one of my issues with dating is that as… Continue Reading
I haven’t dated in over a decade. The last time I was with someone, he love-bombed me to the point that we were planning on forever being together. It was all him, honestly, and my desire to be with someone (and to please the person I’m with) that made me go along with it. I’m… Continue Reading
I wrote an article about my medical trauma, Elden Ring, and Taiji weapons–and it was published by PCGN, who are a big deal. A really big deal. I got the gig through networking (Ian works for them), which is the first time that’s happened for me. Ian approached me with the idea and in the… Continue Reading
I am a negative person. I will always see the flaws in something, no matter what. It can be the best idea on earth, but I’ll see the cracks in the foundation. Let’s take Elden Ring for example. Because of course I would want to talk more about it; it’s constantly on my mind. It’s… Continue Reading
“You are a literal walking miracle.” That was what the nurse said when she came to do my weekly at-home checkup after I left the hospital. I understood what she was trying to say, and I came up against it again and again every time I met with a medical person–or just talked to… Continue Reading
It’s been six months since I had my medical trauma. It feels like no time has passed and all the time in the world has passed simultaneously. The first month after I came home from the hospital, it was all I could think about–when I was awake. Not why it happened to me because I’m… Continue Reading
I have always felt compassion for other people to a disconcerting degree. It wasn’t just that I knew what they were feeling (though I did); it was that I felt what they were feeling. I was a conduit to their emotions and I hated it. It happened with all emotions, but especially with negative ones.… Continue Reading