When the try-fail cycle gets to be too much, I know I can save my progress and walk away. I know I can always try again.
Despite my newfound independence, I struggle with the notion that I’m buying into a privileged system of inequity.
At the height of the pandemic, all I wanted was control and counter space and an empty freezer. I wanted a kitchen from a Nancy Meyers movie.
Accessibility features open up a world of possibility for fun to be had, which is exactly what video games should do. For all of us.
My online relationships remain heartfelt and cherished ones, even as I’ve reconnected myself with whatever it is we call “real life.”
On the page, I was intact. I was smart and forceful. I had a comeback for every spar.
What I needed was a lifeline—a project that would make this whole thing feel worthwhile. Monica Lynne led me to that answer.
BIPOC kids can be the heroes, the fighters who push back against impossible odds. We, too, should be the stuff of legends and prophecies.
Fan culture’s veer into the mainstream saw it lose its sense of protection and gain an abundance of entitlement, even cruelty.
In a horror film, the sight of a woman alone fills us with dread. We expect terrible things to happen to her. But she also fills us with a sense of supernatural expectation.