When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.
The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.
It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.
We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.
I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.
Discourses of compliance and metrics foreclose collective possibilities in reimagining approaches to justice and equity that are organized in care and love
What got you through those first few months of COVID? What comes to mind when I say, “body?” How will you live now?
You want more than the count of their lives lost
Bubbling under the cacophony of the city or suburban mundaneness is the sound and the fury of an unutterable desperation for acceptance, family, and something that will endure
Im lặng nhẫn nại của vực sâu hối thúc tôi mở mình | The patient silence of the abyss urged me to open myself
My journey to understanding love and joy as powerful forces of resistance during a pandemic, with the help of Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey aka DJ MOR Love and Joy.
On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友
An Introduction
The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.
What can we do to stop hate and protect our communities?
Remember that time I asked for your opinion on my hijab? Oh right, never happened.
The morning I was hit by a bicycle was the last time Ma asked me to do an errand before she left us to work in another country.
I’d see the soft outline of a couch or get a whiff of coffee roasting in machines, and it was like I was smelling diesel, blood mixed with dust. The bees would start to buzz frantically then, and the noise was deafening.
Tôi phải ở lại trong ngôn ngữ này, như đã trong một cơn mơ bổng, như đã trong một cú kéo chìm, một tự trói buộc, nhọc nhằn và vẫn ở đó, chút lửa nhen. | I have to reside in this language, as in a flying dream, as in a sinking down, a self-bound, burdensome and still there, little fire.
The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.
On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友
It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.
An Introduction
We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.
The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.
I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.
What can we do to stop hate and protect our communities?
Discourses of compliance and metrics foreclose collective possibilities in reimagining approaches to justice and equity that are organized in care and love
Remember that time I asked for your opinion on my hijab? Oh right, never happened.
What got you through those first few months of COVID? What comes to mind when I say, “body?” How will you live now?
The morning I was hit by a bicycle was the last time Ma asked me to do an errand before she left us to work in another country.
You want more than the count of their lives lost
I’d see the soft outline of a couch or get a whiff of coffee roasting in machines, and it was like I was smelling diesel, blood mixed with dust. The bees would start to buzz frantically then, and the noise was deafening.
Bubbling under the cacophony of the city or suburban mundaneness is the sound and the fury of an unutterable desperation for acceptance, family, and something that will endure
Im lặng nhẫn nại của vực sâu hối thúc tôi mở mình | The patient silence of the abyss urged me to open myself
My journey to understanding love and joy as powerful forces of resistance during a pandemic, with the help of Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey aka DJ MOR Love and Joy.
Tôi phải ở lại trong ngôn ngữ này, như đã trong một cơn mơ bổng, như đã trong một cú kéo chìm, một tự trói buộc, nhọc nhằn và vẫn ở đó, chút lửa nhen. | I have to reside in this language, as in a flying dream, as in a sinking down, a self-bound, burdensome and still there, little fire.