Matt Joseph Diaz

From a young age, people (especially women) are constantly taught that we’re in competition with one another. Whether it’s our grades, our social status, our economic status, or those creepy beauty pageants for 6 year olds, we’re immediately thrust into a world where we’re taught to view everyone as adversarial to a certain degree.

My roommates [...] weren't aware that I live with bipolar disorder until a few weeks after I first moved in. In the month or so since, I’ve learned a lot about the way we approach our interpersonal relationships when living with mental illness, especially with those who are closest to us — both emotionally and literally.

"There is always someone who loves you. There is always someone who cares."

We met Matt a year ago when he showed us his post weight-loss body.

It's Monday — Boo! But, it's also time for another installment of #MondaysWithMatt — Yeah! 

Dear anti-feminist men, 

I’m writing to you because I want to have a discussion.

This Monday, Matt talks about female comic characters. Batman? How about BatNOTSOMUCHMAN.

[CN: alcohol] Once we were in her apartment she grabbed me by the necktie, kissed me softly on the lips, told me to take my clothes off, and walked into her bedroom. Her clothing dropped to the ground piece by piece from where I stood to the bedroom — like some sort of Hansel and Gretel breadcrumb situation (if it were less creepy and filmed for Cinemax).

This week Matt reminds us how amazing we are.

Do you remember that incredibly awkward feeling you’d get during childhood when you went over to a friend’s house for dinner and their parents started arguing? This was like that — only your dick is out and you got caught having sex with one of the parents.