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"Cry yourself a river, build yourself a bridge and get over it." This was the sign by the front door of my house growing up. This was the...

I was listening to the lyrical genius that is Misao McGregor on Spotify one cold night last month, when “She Was World’s Above Me” came...

I held my breath, staring at the thick clumps of coarse strands scattered around my chair like bird feed. Lifeless. Dead. Gone. For a...

falling in love indigenously, queerly every night is an act of ceremony gentle kisses with teases of your sweet tongue tasting your lip...

"What is it that you've been made to feel ashamed of, that is, in fact, your sacred power?" Oddly enough, my sacred power is my face!...

“You cry so much. You cry so much I worry you will turn into the ocean.” My aunt's words rung in my ears as I stared at her with tears...

My name is Natasha Renee’, and I am a queer biracial woman. My Dad is black and my Mom is white. I grew up in small towns in Wyoming and...

Sometimes I feel my feelings so hard it makes me want to stir up prolific thoughts and document it with hopes of channeling poetic grace...

**Content Warning: self-harm, suicidal ideation** “The other side of grief is gratitude. The other side of grief is joy. The deeper the...

**TW: The following contains language regarding sexual violence and sexual assault directed towards women and people who experience...

a year into the pandemic, i have finally moved out of my parent's house to find some type of agency. yet all i can think about is how i’m...

Author's Note: This project started in isolation, with a need to be moved, to move on, to change. Expressing that need, throughout the...

I remember the first time a white girl stole from me. It was the first grade and I remember thriving on spelling tests being rewarded...

Growing up in a relatively conservative town, queerness and transness were one of many things that was often met with an intolerable...

Ever since I was young, I always seemed to have a knack at being an effective communicator within my relationships; friends, family,...

"Do you compete?" Though I did not know it at the time, that question would be a difficult and important one to answer. As a nonbinary...

*Author's Note: This essay is a reflection on my work, on its many layers of intimacy, of what’s physical and what goes beyond it,...

I am writing this on the international coming out day, and as I look back, perfectly aware that I have been out of the closet for over a...

When my wife and I first began planning to have kids, I couldn’t envision what being a parent would look or feel like. I knew I wanted to...

Being assigned a gender at birth forces upon you a lifetime of stigmas, pressures, expectations, and duties in various aspects of living....