Results for: dead to me
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Uncertainty and Disquiet: My Non-Consensual Childhood Circumcision as a Trans Woman
At the time, I didn’t know that I was experiencing a contentious procedure that would leave me physically scarred and emotionally wounded. I did it because I was told I should. Decades later, I learned about assent in a postgraduate research course.
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Untethered: In Defense of a Messy Bed
There’s a certain kind of comfort to me in dishevelment.
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Untethered: I Can Still Hear My Ex Mother-in-Law’s Voice
Last night, while out with a date, my voice pitched too high. I winced internally. There are a lot of complications around this for me.
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Untethered: The Designated Girl-Son
I came across the concept of the “designated son” on TikTok.
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They Should Have Sent A Poet
“I was around the same age as young Ellie when ‘Contact’ came out. The way she so clearly carries her childhood self with her made adulthood legible; it made time seem like less of an unknowable straight line and something more like a circle. Watching it as an adult I have that same feeling.”
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My Jiddo Fled Palestinian Genocide so I Could Be Free
A free Palestine means a freer world.
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An Exorcism of Sorts
The haunted house persists in horror media for a reason.
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Untethered: On Miss Havisham-Style Decision-Making
My ex and I worked out a separation agreement over the course of those months and signed it in August.
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Et Tu, Laura Ingalls Wilder?
I, too, can only be what I am. And I am a hick, and a hillbilly, and a half-breed. I’m just telling you a story. It’s all I know how to do.
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Untethered: Between the Mobile Dungeon and the Infamous Adult Store, Longing for a Safe Third Space
“The way someone takes responsibility for or shares a space can say a lot about them.”
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Untethered: How Do You Know You’re Living Where You Want To Be?
This dissolution of home presents a lot of choices — how I’ll spend my time — who I’ll visit, when, for what holidays if any.
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Thank You, Ex: For (1) Set of Ghost Hands
I don’t like to think about the endings, which is probably why I’m always haunted, always clinging to things that return even when I should pretend I do not see them.
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Untethered: Visiting Other Peoples’ Families and Unhinged Horse Lesbians
She grabbed my hand and smashed a tomato with her homemade caesar dressing into my palm.
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Every Life on This Page All at Once
I’m burdened by unlived lives, hovering within my dreams, just behind my pupils.
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Slow Takes: A Tribute to Zoom Theatre
The story of how I joined theatre is like if the Disney Channel was dark and gay.
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Building An Altar to Honor Pulse on Its Fifth Anniversary
“Building ofrendas unite the living and the dead; they give space for our stories to be held. I light candles and kneel before them to say prayers because doing so reminds me, even when I’m my most lost – I’m never alone in this world.”
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Seltzer Tastes Like Punishment
There are so many good songs about drinking but none about seltzer, have you noticed that?
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Give It Time, Delphine
To really love anything, I think, is to run the risk of it not loving you back.
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Black Girls Are Always at the Center of Horror
There is a haunting that black girls know.
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I’m a Psychologist Who Didn’t See My Own Divorce Coming
Psychologists can see potential in every patient who is seeking therapy. I can’t look at my marriage without seeing all the ways we could still fix it.