These art objects let me feel my own living form through the many shapes they had been pressed into.
It’s weird how hitting the ground doesn’t really hurt.
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Is it okay that he’s over here so often, hooking up my mum’s speakers and swirling his single malt Scotch? We all wonder, we never ask.
Whatever angle you look at it, one detail is incontrovertible: in the end, a man is going to be killed.
The author of The Knockout Queen on craftsmanship, sexuality, and strength.
A perfect engine of meaningless data creation; an otherworldly space-place where people could depressurize and sometimes succumb to madness; good even when they were bad.
Beowulf Thorne's cooking column for people with AIDS claimed the right to pleasure, but in each recipe was embedded an urgent appeal.
Race-based data has been collected in North America as far back as 1790. But what happens if you don't fit the categories society is trying to nudge you into?
The author of Indelicacy on elitism, inspiration, and cleaning.
