Writings

There's an assumption that comes with being on RentMen. It isn't an unreasonable one. It just isn't accurate.

They don't pay for what you'd assume. They pay for an hour they don't have to pretend.

I was certain I was right. I was ill. Here’s what it took from me.

I write because silence started to feel less like privacy and more like disappearance.

What's worse — losing your life or losing yourself?

You weren't chasing a high. You were chasing baseline, and paying for it in blood.

You reopen Grindr and confront the relic of who you were: confident, desired, blissfully unaware of collapse coming.

You wanted an upgrade. You got hardware and a new way to hate your body.

Four hospitalizations, four psychiatrists, four different diagnoses. In the end, no one agrees.

When the break comes late, you don’t just lose your mind. You lose an ecosystem.

It doesn’t start with sirens. It starts with a good day.