I just posted my most recent piece for Dilettante Army today. I wrote about the loss of my close friend/first love, Matt. Although he's been gone for over ten years, I've only recently been able to write about it. This doesn't mean that I haven't somehow engaged with all of this in other ways - I think I certainly have - but writing about it has been incredibly difficult.
As can be deduced from my other work, I engage with other deaths. Death in culture, death of other humans that I don't know, death in visual culture, and so on. I haven't dealt with this death, or rather, the death in my life.
So, here it is. I feel pretty good about it, despite feeling some anxiety about posting real hard life things on the internet.
I again, want to express my gratitude to everyone who has helped me with this. It means a lot, and is only just the beginning.