It was the middle of a pandemic. Mom had just died of cancer. Why leave my home of four and a half years?
For all the pain, there is also beauty in the margins those outside of them may never understand.
‘Stardew Valley’ doesn’t challenge capitalism by trying to escape from it, but by teaching a lesson on generosity.
From the beginning, I knew that terror is a god. But now, I also believe that what might sound like a death rattle is merely the echo of ancestral song.
As a queer descendant of Holocaust survivors, I knew my first time visiting Berlin—a hub of queer life and Holocaust memorials—would not be easy.
The raw stuff of life is only changed by the meanings we give it. Memory can be dissolved by scent, but also redeemed.
There are entire lines of therapy that basically boil down to “learn self-control so you never upset the sane.”
We were two stereotypes—the sassy gay best friend, and the hyper-sexualized reporter—working at a place that highlighted our biggest insecurities.
On the internet, I didn’t have a body. It was like astral projecting into a secret treehouse with other non-embodied weirdos.
I was husbanding—providing for my household by physically taking care of my land and livestock. And they were providing for me.