Why, a decade ago, did my father give me the heavy gift of a controversial 100-year-old Oswald Spengler tome? It took a pandemic for me to find out.
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?
To visit Drancy is to confront dark and unsettled questions of who is remembered, who is heard, who can speak, and why.
Talking to poets abroad about their complicated, sometimes fractured relationships with their homeland.
In Berlin, I watched us queer women watching each other. But nobody seemed to lead anyone inside. Could cruising ever be a part of lesbian culture the way it is for gay men?
In narratives that hinge on proving our humanness, Indigenous people sit stilled in the role of the described. As the described, our words are pit against us.
I was told getting laid off from my dream job had nothing to do with me, but after I was let go, I felt like I had lost a part of myself that I couldn’t get back.
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