Matt Joseph Diaz
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Matt Joseph Diaz Articles
Whether it’s your ethnicity, your religion, your sexuality, you do not deserve to be loved in spite of who you are — you deserve to be loved for who you are. Those things are a part of you, and they shouldn’t be swept under the rug or pushed to the side so someone can pick and choose the things they like about you.
Read...This week, Matt addresses everyone out there with a lady as their partner. Which is a lot of us, so listen up.
Read...Sex is an activity. It’s something we can choose to do or not do — and the passion, the love, the intimacy, those are all different qualities we can ascribe to it based on how it happens and who it’s with. Sex doesn’t have any inherent morality or intimacy, it’s solely about those involved.
Read...If I get into a heterosexual relationship and spend the rest of my life with that person, I will still be bisexual. I will still feel that attraction to the man on the other side of the bar, even if I’m in love with my partner who happens to be a woman.
Read...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.
Read...This Monday, Matt talks about female comic characters. Batman? How about BatNOTSOMUCHMAN.
Read...There's nothing wrong with taking a break to recharge and re-center.
Read...There’s a big difference between talking and communicating. One exists to relay messages, ideas, and feelings: the building blocks of being a person. The other exists to fill time. I’m by no means here to tell people how to approach their relationships — I just don’t want people to feel pressured to fill silences with noise out of the fear their partners won’t think they care.
Read...Matt breaks down the major differences between unschooling and a traditional classroom setting.
Read...For some of us, our first real taste of adulthood comes from sitting alone in a clinic, waiting to get our ding-dongs tested.
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