There is no cure for endometriosis. I’m currently recovering from my second laparoscopic excision surgery, five weeks post-op and watching as the five entry points along my abdomen slowly stitch themselves back together, scabbing and itching, changing the shape of my bellybutton. I’ll have two new scars, since my first surgeon made only three. One of the new ones is a small skin flap folded like thick pie crust above my right hip bone, next to the tulip I branded into my fles

Walking around Halloween Horror Nights in Orlando this September felt like wading through a fleshy sea of my exact marketing demographic. This is the mother lode for purveyors of black graphic tees, quirky pop culture crossovers and Loungefly backpacks, and I acknowledge with complete humility that I fit right the fuck in. I had a fabulous time at Epic Universe and Halloween Horror Nights, despite an awful endometriosis flare-up that coincided with the trip. We ended up with

This year we did 31 for 31 with the goal of watching a horror movie each night in October, and we finished the month at 27, which I think is a perfectly acceptable figure. We kept the definition of horror loose, and mixed in classics, favorites and things we hadn't seen. It quickly turned into a soothing nighttime ritual and we're absolutely going to do it again next year (next month?), with a fresh list. My partner's rating is ♡ and mine is ♡♡. In an adorable twist, our aver