They didn't show up. But their absence gave me space — to become clever, to hear everything no one said out loud, to clap quietly for myself and mean it. An essay on growing in wild soil, and why not…
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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…
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