By twenty-seven I was supposed to be well on my way to stability, or at least the illusion of such. Instead, my life had increasingly taken on a scrappy plainness.
The author of Abandon Me on queer world-building IRL and on the page, writerly toolkits and the freedom of abandoning all sense of chill in romantic relationships.
Canadians want to focus on Gord Downie, on anniversaries, on the prime minister’s photo-ops, on giant rubber ducks—on anything, it seems, but Indigenous people.
This year, this prolonged unraveling, is what survival looks like.
If a signature scent represents the delineations of a person fully fleshed, perfume samples offer the liberty of a protean form.
If beauty is in acts of ordinary devotion I think ugliness must be in the acts of everyday neglect.
The author of Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars on the joy of writing a cast of women, the violence of passing and the responsibilities of media-makers.
I am learning what it is to be responsible for my own warmth.
One thing I love about many types of guardianship in food is that it requires you watch, but not too closely.
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