Matt Joseph Diaz

I'm 23 years old, I don’t want children, and every elder who discovers this feels compelled to tell me how wrong I am about my own feelings.

For a long time, passing privilege made me feel like I didn’t deserve to call myself latino.

This is literally the cutest, happiest thing you will see all day.

Dear 16-Year-Old, 500 Pound Matt,

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

Instead of being allowed to exist as fully complex and sexual human beings, they’re relegated to being a tag in pornography. They’re seen as a guilty pleasure among those with “abnormal” sexual appetites, something to be viewed sexually in spite of their comparison to what we consider "the norm."

Happy Monday, Ravishers!

There’s almost definitely a better way to begin this, but I can’t think of one more appropriate. Growing up is really fucking weird. One day you’re having a great time arguing if Doctor Doom would beat Darth Vader in a fight (he would,) and next thing you know you’re worrying about taxes and whatever a “mortgage” is.

There is a danger in the rise of affirmations and other empowering online content. Some types of affirmations aim to inspire a sense of independence, but in reality only invalidate the struggles of the person who reads them.

This week: Find what fuels you, and don't beat yourself up if what's fueling you right now is "surviving."