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  • Who Gets to Decide What Liberation Looks Like?

    Who Gets to Decide What Liberation Looks Like?

    I don’t want us replacing one set of commandments for women with another set stamped LIBERATION across the top. I don’t want either of us telling women that sleeping with a guy is feminist or not sleeping with a guy…

  • Queering Taxonomies: A Conversation with Alysia Li Ying Sawchyn

    Queering Taxonomies: A Conversation with Alysia Li Ying Sawchyn

    I think a lot about the often quoted (and sometimes misinterpreted) Joan Didion line: ‘We tell ourselves stories in order to live.’ We have to construct something to make sense of our experience of the world inside our heads, and…

  • Seven Days in August

    Seven Days in August

    There was grief everywhere: in my drinking water, in my toothbrush, in the whisk I used to beat egg whites for a meringue. Eating a pastrami sandwich could turn me inside out, because it was his favorite; listening to his…

  • After the Fall

    After the Fall

    From the prow of my hip, I see middle age rise like a strange coast on the horizon, close enough now that I can count the rivers,

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    If the body is a temple, I’ve spent my life profaning, damning the brain’s flawed wiring

  • When A Tree Falls

    When A Tree Falls

    Anamika learnt from her mother that the fate of the beautiful was to belong to the rich, to help upgrade their genetic pool till an army of their rich and beautiful offspring ruled the world. Natural selection by devious design.…

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