“Hey, Brayden! Are people with you? I’m making dinner right now and can add more pasta to the pot.” A man’s voice shouts from down the...

“What’s up fuckers!” Delilah walks across the platform at the front of the room. Brayden and I set up the makeshift stage five minutes...

Delilah swings her door open. Her face is covered in body glitter and mascara is streaking down her cheeks like she’s been crying. She...

Delilah leans back in her chair. Her face looks like she’s trying to figure out if it’s worth it to tell me. Her eyes look a little...

It’s 12:30am and I keep refreshing the Frida Nipple column. Delilah definitely said she would post it at midnight. Right? Is she okay?...

My head is buzzing with caffeine. I’m still not sure what to make of everything Delilah said. Why doesn’t she just tell Lydia she’s...

I open my eyes at six-thirty in the morning. Lydia sent me a few articles last night about how the best writers always start their days...

After accidentally admitting to maybe being queer Delilah ran through a list of Janelle Monae songs and asked if I’d ever thought about...

I wake up to the sound of my phone falling off my bedside table. Delilah’s calling me. “Hello?” My voice is scratchy. What time is it?...

“What’s up fuckers!” Delilah slurs her words onstage. I think I’m the only one that notices but I feel a little embarrassed for her....

I’ve been thinking about Delilah and Lydia so much my head hurts. I even made fake Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram accounts to stalk...

Sun spills into my room and I can’t stop smiling. Last night may have ended weirdly but it was magic. I revisit everything Delilah said...

I’m out of breath by the time I throw my apartment door open. Lydia jumps up. She’s watching Schitt’s Creek and never seen me so excited....

I’m the third person in line and running late to a meeting I don’t have to be at. I complained about having nothing to do last week so...