Arts & Culture
Coming Out, as Told by Florida Wildlife
Can you still hear us? We’re drowning the state in our chirps tonight if you’d care to sing along.
Our Hair: How I Found Community and Coconut Oil in France
Across the thousands of miles, and the hundreds of years of historical and cultural distance, Albertine and I had our hair in common.
How Writing My Young Adult Novel Helped Me Reclaim the Queer Girlhood I Lost
The years I suppressed my queerness are a loss that I’m exploring and grieving—if only through fiction.
The Transportive Power of ‘The Phantom Tollbooth’
On the back of that wind, my brain rose and skipped and tumbled far beyond the boundaries of any quarantine.
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Halloween 1998, Old Man with Old Wife
Obviously, I cannot be the old woman. Obviously, I cannot be the woman.
In the Pandemic, Cooking Connected Me to My Ancestors
I could almost sense them beside me, as if the spattered index cards they’d left behind had come to life.
Building the Trans Gaze For Myself
Why does my assigned sex have to limit me at all?
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Choosing Survival Over Love in ‘Hadestown’
Eurydice’s decision to choose comfort could be read as a betrayal. But it is a survival response, an instinct to protect the self.
The Minari of My Memory
That plant in a park in Rhode Island delivered the promise that there might be something familiar in this place where everything was new.
Learning to Hate Yourself in Los Angeles
They told me, “Gay people are all in WeHo. There are no gay people in Inglewood.” To be gay was not only to be Other, but to be white.
