“The whiteboy said there was nothing left for me in Houston, he said that I didn’t have to punish myself, and he said my name, my actual name.”
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Posted inArts & Culture, Essays & Criticism, Story, Unapologetic Women
Rock Me Gently
The classic rock star wanted to stick it to The Man, and did so bender by selfish bender. The new rock star knows you can’t do it alone.
Posted inArts & Culture, Books, Essays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story
Two Clocks, Running Down
In “Time Is a Thing the Body Moves Through,” T Fleischmann resists metaphor, even as they reflect on the metaphor-saturated work of Félix González-Torres.
Posted inNonfiction
Queens of Infamy: Njinga
The Portuguese colonizers of West Central Africa learned it the hard way: you mess with the Queen of Ndongo and Matamba at your own peril.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Story
How to Survive a Vivisection
After a traumatic experience with childbirth, Rachel Somerstein struggles to bond with her newborn daughter.
Posted inStory, Uncategorized
Free Solo
On the return of ‘Veronica Mars’ and the power of the solitary woman.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Brigid, Magdalene, My Mother, and Me
Carmel Mc Mahon contemplates the legacy of trauma passed down through generations of Irish women.
Posted inNonfiction, Quote Posts, Quotes
Who Really Gets to Make the Rules?
“But who gets to impose those rules and who becomes subject to them can be decisions tainted with sexism and racism and transphobia and homophobia. “
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Story
Running Dysmorphic
On competitive running, exactness, and finding permission to be myself.
Posted inNonfiction
Oh, Girl!
Migrant children, many of whom are unaccompanied minors, are traveling to the U.S. border to escape violence and seek asylum. Is anyone listening to their stories?
