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You are so beautiful it kills me, I said.
I’m not, love, he said. Perhaps on the inside. Don’t insult my eyes, I said.
Can’t You Do Something About This?
First, let me say of course I’m worried about all of it: the global warming, the cruel virus, the oaf in the white house. Iran and the bomb and North ...
euphoria
A person comes to terms with the communal experience of their gender. Acknowledging how they feel is not enough; they must reconcile their choices and their feelings with the world ...
I Want You to Know That I Was Hot Too
A Commentary on the #MeAt20 trend on Twitter which saw people posting photos of themselves at that age. And the valorization of youth and the pressure on women to be ...
Elevtheria!
An American kid discovering Greece.
Arts & Culture, Essays, Travel&Lifestyle
Rawhead and Bloody Bones
“A monster that lives in a cave up the road,” Evans said. “He looks in the windows of houses at night, and if he sees a kid who’s not asleep, ...
The Journey into Sacred Profanity: A Colorado Dance Troupe’s Mission of Empowerment
At first blush, a chapel might seem like an odd venue for a scene like this. But the members of Boulder Burlesque – “where the profane is sacred” – regard ...
Living a Nightmare with Eyes Wide Open
She bowed her head and took a moment before answering, “I am not afraid. I cannot be afraid. Tesfay needs me not to be afraid.”
Mom Mazin’
“Have you lost your virginity yet?” my mom asked in her usual impassioned tone as she was applying aggressive red geisha eye makeup on me.
The Low Art of Christoph Niemann
To feel more comfortable on the humble side of life: that’s perhaps the mark of a true humorist.
E-Toe-Bee-Coe Roar
Three Mondays ago, I met a man who made me want to run home and hug my son. A smothery mother hug, the kind that said: Fuck off world: he’s ...
Tiger in the Mirror
Around the months of September and October each year, as the ten day festival of Dussera approaches, boys and men in the Dakshin Kannada in southwest India, in the region ...
Arts & Culture, Essays, The Litro Blog
Dear Corporate State (from the Dystopian Letters)
We ride the trains incessantly, and they in reality go nowhere. They circle the 500 square miles of our city that has few trees but clean air.
Honoring Small Towns: Apple Butter Festival
Small towns help
maintain the vitality of whatever place we call “home.” Even if we only know
them from a distance, their very existence gives us a mental respite from ...
Reasons I Can’t Make it to Your Well-Meaning-Yet-Surprisingly-Draining Online Gathering
I’m so sorry I have to miss your Zoom party, but I can’t tell what’s even real anymore. You aren’t really going to want me there anyway. Hey, do you ...
Rome Suppressed
Translated by Lucy Rand.
I start to
walk…
I walk.
I always walk when I need to think. I walk the congested streets of Rome
and my heart, my extravagant little heart, ...
Arts & Culture, Essays, The Litro Blog
Dear Pandemic (from the Dystopian Letters)
Everything is closed. The offices that tower to the sky in the skyscrapers, the schools, churches, restaurants, theaters, public gathering places of all sorts.
Prozac and Presence
Prozac made me cisgender, I
say to my therapist inside of her bright blue office-box, barely big enough to
hold all of these painful jokes and thoughts.
Flashback.
It’s August of ...
Past the Oasis
Khaled cranked the wheel to the left, sending the Land
Rover skidding in the powdery Saharan sand. Half-digested fish and bits of
flatbread rumbled in my stomach as nausea climbed ...
Dinesen at Six Thousand Feet
Eppur si muove
Of all the pictures of Isak Dinesen that I have seen, my favorite
is the one reproduced in the 1992 Modern Library edition of Out of ...