The only thing I seem to have the capacity to think is: fuck. How did we end up here?

It was clear they had assumed I as a man. My first impulse was to brush it off, but the more I thought about it, the more it bothered me.

Last month, I pushed the limits of my risk tolerance and ended up skiing the rowdiest line I’ve skied yet.

In light of it being Asian American and Pacific Island Heritage month, here is something that I wrote a year ago but never shared.