To me, these never felt like steps to sprint through on the way to simulating life, but life itself.
It’s about being able to say, oh, gender? It’s no big deal. I just threw this gender on today.
The Outsiders’ world was the one in which I wanted to belong.
A white girl’s refusal to live by the dominant narrative gets to be glamorous, whereas I cannot imagine how a Black girl’s refusing the terms of society ever could be.
For all the meaningful internal changes I’d made since coming out, the city and space and circles I occupied were keeping me tethered.
When I moved to America, I thought I could fashion a new life out of the escape, but a BoJack Horseman character taught me to be patient with setbacks
I’m coming to terms with the fact that—whether it ends in an unfollow or in a blow-up bash in a house in Malibu—sometimes the kindest thing we can give one another is a goodbye.
I’ve found an unavoidable kinship with the Ducks. It could be, at least in my estimation, a quintessentially black American story.
We weren’t exactly rewriting our family traditions, but it felt good knowing that there was still a place for me in them.
In art, I was seeing the world. Yet, the entire time, I could not name a single Indian artist in my family’s homeland.