The secret of the beauty of our bodies is slowly starting to get out, becoming less and less niche each day. And I hope it moves faster.
After you have a preemie, but before you get to take your baby home, the world keeps going without you. It’s shocking, honestly, how much the world keeps going.
Rozha fled an abusive marriage, and survived the death of her son. Now she claims what is hers.
It felt as though I had been evicted from my own body, and it had been trashed in my absence. My resentment was as precise as any recipe.
I want to believe that I inherited too ways of feeling joy, ways of finding pleasure, ways of being with other queers in raucous and wild ways.
“I found myself dwelling on these parts of Korean culture as a way to reconnect with my identity and also the memory of my mom.”
In the battered barbershop chair, Faris sits slightly camouflaged and crumpled, as though he is a mystery even to himself.
They say: I have to be honest, seeing that little girl and all that brown skin, for a second it was terrifying. Sometimes you forget people can look like that. No pink anywhere. Except her nails.
Being an “interesting” patient who also happened to be a trainee made me a morbid little celebrity.
I was leaving femininity behind, grateful to have an example like my grandpa to grow toward.