My (white) roommate was surprised when I told her that it’s not uncommon for people, especially people I’ve just met, to ask me the question, “What are you?”
When you find out a lie, it’s a deep and insidious pain. It takes all the lived moments, the carefully woven tapestry of your reality, and rips a gaping hole in it. It pulls out threads you relied on, and unravels much more than the lie. You might question the liar’s integrity, but worse, you might question your own judgment,...
moto, usa, travel
Heading east on I-10 from Tucson, the landscape was surprisingly diverse. From Sedona-like red rock formations to a land-before-time dinosaur world, to scrubby desert, to plains, to dotted trees and blue mountains rising in the distance, it was impossible to be bored.