TEARS

The video still shows a close-up of an eye that is staring directly into the camera. The pupil reflects light source.

they have lost paradise

wtf is that?

That sounds like a letter, a manifesto, a trail of lost academicism, a flirting, a tutorial, a performative writing, a conjuration.

An image of several illustrated color images on a pink photographic sunset background. On top of the photo, from left to right, are: A sword with a blue handle pointing upward, a sword with a blue handle pointing downward, a grey stone block square tower with small windows and a red band below the ramparts, and a sun in gold with a blue shadow with a white outline of a crying person in it and a red highlight. There is a small golden multi-point star in each corner of the image.

22 Blessings For a Queer Future

To all queer creatures of the future: you deserve the world. Can be used in tandem with a deck of tarot cards, or read as a poem. …

A pencil style drawing of a bunch of small black non-detailed figures trapped in an interior space made of 2D walls. Some of the figures are in motion, bouncing chaotically off one another, and others are struggling to leave the enclosure or sitting alone. The tone is sad and trapped.

A Return To The Scene of the Crime: Sex, Intimacy, and Healing From Childhood Trauma

It wasn’t until I was in my early 20s and living with my first partner that I began to realize just how much the physical abuse I faced as a…

Animorphs, revisited

Do you remember them? Did you read them, or do you just remember the covers? Girls turned into starfish, boys into tigers, and it was beyond wacky. I remember staring…

Three Wheel of Fortune tarot cards next to each other on a medium wood surface. The wheel in the first is red with clouds around it, the wheel on the second has dragons on a moving wheel, and the third has orange with a sky in the background.

Belief: The Shimmer is Real

She sits in a silent room, reading cards. Mattresses, cushions, and pieces of cloth-covered foam are evenly spread throughout the space like beds for 50 ghosts. The only things moving…

SWINGING MY WAY TO “CHOICE”

It’s past 11pm and I’m standing in the cold outside one of the most unremarkable buildings in West Berlin: Zwanglos. Next to me is Travis – a gorgeous German editor…

It’s About More Than Shoes: Confessions of a wannabe dapper straight woman OR Why we need gender neutral fashion for EVERYONE

There I sat, staring into my luggage—the fancy dress, the perfume, the strappy heels– and wondering why nothing in my relationship was adding up. I was just back from my…