Body Language
I Wrote an Essay on Sleep Paralysis to Finally Talk About Men’s Ugliest Urges
Once it happens, sleep paralysis tends to recur. It’s as if a spirit has marked your bed, like the first coming has irreversibly altered you.
How Do We Survive Suicide?
How much does my fear of owning this darker voice hinge on a cultural insistence that it’s unhealthy, even unnatural? What if I’m all of it?
Make New Memories, Our Story is Enough
I call our son. Mom, he says, after he has tapped the symptoms into Google, have you ever heard of transient global amnesia?
Right Now I Will Jump to That Spot Over There
Christina Bartson on improvisation, shutting out fear, and trusting her movement during the pandemic.
I Lost My Voice Before I Found It
Like so much in life, your voice works effortlessly—until, one day, it doesn’t.
Ballet Helped Me Reclaim My Identity as a Queer Iranian
Imagination could only take me so far. I was ready to dance—and this time my mom couldn’t say no.
The Small Beauty of Funeral Sex
There is something about sex that feels like an unequivocal “fuck you” to death, taking something back from that which has taken something from you.
A Scar Is Not a Story
The sentiment persists that scars construct character. I wish it were that easy.
After the Playground
I wanted someone to play with, but I wanted to create the rules.
The Grooming of the Bride
“You’ll feel like a baby,” she said. But I didn’t want to feel like a baby.