My relationship to eating, my relationship to critiquing my own shape, all of that has changed since I've started viewing my body much more as a tool to do my work.

It's not brave to do something that doesn't scare you. Performing in sex scenes that I direct, exposing a flash of my weird puffy nipple, those things don't fall into my zone of terror.

At a brunch potluck, I realize that I do, in fact, hate everybody.

I'm really lucky because my sister is a real activist soul and also hyper-intellectualized in this way that's really allowed me to wrap my mind around some of the bigger intellectual concepts and really understand the language around identity in the gender nonconforming community.

I felt highly anxious in a way that I didn't think other children were.

I've always had a talent for recognizing when I am in a moment worth being nostalgic for.

Basically, anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl, I was trying.