Mensah Demary chatted with Esmé Weijun Wang about writing, illness, her forthcoming essay collection about schizophrenia, and her warm and wonderful Twitter presence.
“I am angry that words are never just words—not for any man—as they wind around and around and around and make the cycle of rape culture complete.”
Remembering my own experience of being dragged along the ground by a dog, the sensation of teeth sinking into bone, I feel as if the genetic memories embedded within me are also unleashed: I’m flooded with the sense of being hunted down by vicious bloodhounds while fleeing slavery, attacked by German Shepherds for demanding civil rights. It all seems related: my desire to get back up and drag myself to safety, my fierce will to live, my compulsion to try and problem-solve my near-death experience, my fixation with the natural world. I am part of a legacy of suffering and resistance, a path that could never have been forged without attempts to understand the behavior of nonhuman animals.
“Their bearing seemed to declare, Here I am, in all my flawed humanness, and I am content”: Emma Sloley on the vacation she and her husband spent at a nudist resort.
Amy Hassinger wrote so beautifully about the pain of being misdiagnosed and how she learned to be her own advocate—because “no one else will do it for you.”