Prologue I wrote this post nearly two months ago. After writing it, I immediately went back into hiding–I wasn’t sure I was ready to declare myself militantly gay, and did not publish it. And so I submerged myself again in the rapid current of life. There’s no greater indictment of the “ambient gayness” I coined…

unsouthern.com Hi, it’s Micah. I appreciate those of you who have clicked over to ememon.com during the past ten years and read my ramblings, social commentary, and pop culture musings. This has been like a public diary space for me, and it has prepared me for my next venture. While I’m keeping ememon.com online for…

I have a lot to unpack. My emotions have been spiraling and erratic for the past few weeks, and while I knew generally what it was about, Inauguration Day has really brought it into focus. I am furious at Donald Trump. I have couched my long-brewing fury in derisive jabs and heartfelt counter-messaging. Sometimes I…

I posted three days ago about some thoughts I had regarding the Amy Cooper (“Central Park Karen”) situation, and I’ve been beating myself up a lot about that post. A stern post that two people shared on my social media feed yesterday really brought home that awful feeling. The article was about how white people…

When I was a child, I played a morbid psychological game with myself. To some degree I still play it. It’s a riff on the bargaining stage of grief while paying homage to a few foundational religious sentiments. In this game, I imagine that I have control over whether I am happy and am able…

I did something this week that I have never done in my adult life. I spent the entire week at home with nothing specific to do. And, as with my breakthrough five weeks ago when I spent my first full week at home with something specific to do, it was much easier than I expected. And a…

Hi, I’d like to re-introduce myself. My name is Micah, and I seem to have misplaced my blog. I left it here about a year ago. Have you seen it? Oh, wait. Here it is. Can you watch it for me briefly? I’ll be right back.

I got into one of my infrequent yet regular Facebook arguments this past week. As per usual, I dip into these discussions purposely and only when something “clicks.” Usually, the click comes when one of my good-natured, earnest, and liberal Facebook friends posts a bit of pointed social or political commentary, but nothing too directly…

On the way to work this morning, I was reflecting on how far I’d come. No, not the block or so I had walked from the house at that point. That was not very far at all. How far I had come in life. And I like to be quite self-congratulatory. My dad’s side of…