Thank You, The Bold Italic — Forever and Always
Serving as editor-in-chief of this publication has been what [dream jobs] are made of
My writing career and The Bold Italic are comically woven in with one another. Since my first published entry into the publication in 2018 — a pragmatic ode to my brief(ish) stint with Hotel Prius — I’ve matured from a TBI fan they/them; to a regular contributor; to its audience and development lead; to a senior editor; to its most recent editor-in-chief.
The brand has, in many ways, become an extension of myself over this years-long stretch.
(As some of you correctly guessed throughout my 19-month tenure, I’ve been the sole biped behind the brand. I was its copyeditor. I moonlighted as its queer, twentysomething social media intern. I was its only editor. I was behind every newsletter — and, consequently, every typo.)
Had it not been for my experiences and roles and relationships made possible by The Bold Italic, my career as a wordsmith would look quite a bit different.
And by “different,” I mean much more hollow and far less fulfilled.
These years spent playing with language, tonalities, and production elements with the Bay Area’s foremost left-of-center publication afforded me the chance to…
