My preoccupation with suicide was less about actually dying and more about grappling with my own sense of agency in the world.
It has been domesticated across Asia for so long, its movements have become opaque.
That afternoon, I learned again something I had known before: that I wasn’t completely straight.
When it comes to how I experience Dad Culture, I have to admit I’m a sucker for beers.
This is From a K-pop Fan, With Love, a column by Giaae Kwon about her K-pop obsessions, past and present. When I’m barely twenty years old, I go to a friend’s house for an impromptu reunion. I haven’t kept in touch with most of the people from my high school youth group, so I wander […]
Shaving with it was more seductive than expected.
But the boundaries of class dissolved as I noticed kids at the rink.
Baking was solely Mom’s domain, I believed, and cooking for her was mine.
In the first weeks after my arrival in Taipei, I ate more of these eggs than I’d like to admit.
Growing up with abuse, I came to see the experience of joy as inseparable from the threat that it would all soon be undone.