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 ...
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 ...
An American kid discovering Greece.
“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, ...
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 ...
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.”
“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.
To feel more comfortable on the humble side of life: that’s perhaps the mark of a true humorist.
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 ...
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 ...
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.
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 ...
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 ...
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, ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
A story of how a peak moment for me as a parent was marred by an act of domestic terror committed by a neo-Nazi and white supremacist.
A writer arrives at the definition of home through her journeys around Nigeria.
