Category: Reflections

Breaking My Nose

“But yes, dear reader, I was PMCed on a Tuesday.”

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Turning Twenty

“What was so different about turning twenty? It means I have passed something. That is to say, I have disappointed already. Former promise has resigned itself.”

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Confessions

Songs of myself.

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Lines from Love Notes or Breakup Texts

“You’re not the kind of guy people usually date.
I’m not the kinda person that people usually love.”

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October

“You didn’t talk to me today. And I suppose I didn’t say anything either. So I searched for an excuse for you to remember me, wondering what I could possibly ask.”

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Fears, Beers, and Freshman Year

“Excuse me, do you have an extra cigarette?” I asked a woman outside New York Penn Station on my way home from Reunions in June. As I inhaled, the previous nine months began to transform from life to memory, things that were happening to things that had happened, becoming things that had happened to me rather than things I had made happen.

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Privileged Little Gay Boy

In the second installment of Mitchell Hammer’s column, he makes some nude friends.

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Spaces, Lost and Found

Rocky’s floors, or maybe the nostalgia they hold, as something to yearn for.

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An Invisible Minority

I spent this past fall break on a Pace Center Breakout trip in our nation’s capital, visiting congressional lobbies, vocational employment centers, and the Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, where I saw, firsthand, those who had experienced the casualties of war. Eating in the hospital cafeteria, I sat among masses of amputees, the people who actually comprise the looming, abstract statistics we hear always on the news.

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Exeat

I want to revisit every city I have been, and take you along this time. Rewrite all the sights, all the memories.

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Decisions, Decisions

I felt a pleasant warmth as I skied down the side of a Pennsylvania mountain, gliding to a stop at the bottom of the slope as my dad pulled up behind me. Together we waited in a short line and then boarded a slow-moving chairlift. As it carried us up the side of the mountain, we chatted about our past run and took in the pristine snow-covered sights.

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Going It Alone

“We aren’t like the stars, so isolated, separated by light years.”

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