From the Archive: Unbound
It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
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Join NOW!It’s always been ground glass, scraping against my insides. I imagine a light held to the place where I open would illuminate a mess of torn flesh, throbbing red-wet.
...moreBy the end of the collection, Febos has managed to rewrite or erase entirely many parts of the patriarchal script that held her bound.
...moreThere was nothing in the world I had ever needed to do quite like dance.
...moreMelissa Febos discusses her new essay collection, GIRLHOOD.
...more“Yes: in terms of an authorial presence, I tried to tread lightly.”
...moreTo be a woman in this world is to be adopted by other women.
...moreThe first time I had my breasts removed was hard. The second time, less so.
...moreIn this collection, women are “vesseled,” carrying the burdens of our culture.
...moreAbi Palmer discusses her new book, SANATORIUM.
...moreAll I want is to feed myself like a person who wants to be fed.
...moreI needed my beauty to be invisible, either accidental or not at all.
...moreIt was personal, as the detectives on my favorite shows always said.
...moreBut the evasion is purposeful, and the purpose is to marvelous effect.
...moreIt’s de Sola’s genuineness in portraying this tightrope act that is Frozen Charlotte’s chief virtue.
...more“It doesn’t matter your gender or your sexual orientation; you can disorder your eating.”
...moreGirlhood remains, like the land, a constant site of male fascination, desire, and violence.
...moreThe speaker must believe in transience, in shapeshifting without permission.
...moreChelsea Bieker discusses her debut novel, GODSHOT.
...moreThough the stories vary in length and scope, each cuts deep into a truth of humanity.
...moreSweet, nurturing, platitude-accepting granny Le Guin is not.
...moreThese are the woods through which we walk from an early age.
...moreIf nobody tells you what to call a feeling, your emotions have a gap.
...moreThis is what I think of when I think of home; Africa is my altar.
...morePerfection over pasta. Beauty over bread. The more it hurt, the better.
...more“[H]opefully, the book is surreal but also universal.”
...moreI worried that I no longer knew myself.
...moreDani Burlison discusses ALL OF ME: STORIES OF LOVE, ANGER, AND THE FEMALE BODY.
...moreWhy, in art of all things, should we ignore the intuition of the body?
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