It was just a slightly flat tire. Surely minor. Surely not a prelude to whatever that Sunday was about to become. An essay on inflators that do nothing, tires that remove themselves from rims with full attitude, and the moment…
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Read full articleI was minding my business at 1am until my brain asked who decided lip-smashing meant love. An essay on kissing being objectively strange, the person who first introduced tongues into the equation, and why we all just nodded and signed…
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Read full articleShe is not nothing. So she must be something.The room folds in on itself when you ask it. She is not her womb, not her chromosomes — so what is she? An essay that tries a different door: not what…
Read full articleI didn’t ask to know. About your outline. About how certain fabrics cling, stretch, or sway with your every step like a metronome of…
Read full articleI ate chicken wings and chuckled. Because chicken wings were once slave food. Back when the “good cuts” went to the master’s table, and…
Read full articleLet me just say it plainly: Men got all the beauty… and they didn’t even order it. Didn’t ask. Didn’t pray. Just spawned into…
Read full articleDisruption doesn't knock. It arrives in the middle of things — when the momentum is real, when you've finally stopped holding your breath. An essay on walls that are actually redirections, and the somewhere better you would never have gone…
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