Growing into my name
I was my own first enemy, recoiling at the sound of my name: “Meingel.” I didn’t hate my name at...
The other meaning of LGBT
Growing up in the church, my earliest memories are filled with the scent of old wooden pews, the sound of...
Marked from birth
Sometimes I wonder: how much power does hair really have over us? It’s just a bundle of thin strands sitting...
Where silence lies
They say silence is better than noise. That it soothes the soul, that peace lives in the quiet. However, I...
Time’s up: When later feels too late
I was ready to conquer the world after I graduated college. Armed with the grit and stubborn resilience that fueled...
Meditations on love
I know love. Love is when you’re willing to die for someone, like in the film “Titanic.” Love is when...
One last graceful leap
I cut people off. And it’s been that way since high school—not out of hate for others, but because I...
Dads and queer sons at the drunken table
There’s a ritual tucked in the corner of manhood: men circling a monobloc table steeped in vinegar chips and roasted...
My pink pony club
I have always felt that I belong somewhere else. Not because I hated my hometown, but because from a young...
When the mind speaks, listen
There was a time during my mid-20s when I had a migraine almost every day. Along with the migraine came...
