I’ll reserve judgment on whether the year of our Lord two-thousand twenty-six will, in fact, ever end. But the Earth moves under our feet even when nothing appears movable.
I once dated someone who told me early on that they had been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder (BPD)…
I have since pivoted from vegetables to more flowers, but a different set of problems has taken hold.
Jane Schoenbrun’s new film is a gonzo exploration of queer sexuality and trash pop culture: Ingmar Bergman by way of Cool Ranch Doritos.
The silence surrounding the stories and heritage of the Kurds exists against the backdrop of the intentional silence regarding the horrific state-violence experienced by stateless communities.
We shouldn’t take a lot of Silicon Valley PR horseshit as the only possible horizon of our collective futures.
The naming of Michelle Obama as a “man” did political ideological work that wove together very dangerous and toxic American politics at the intersections of race, gender, and sexuality
We all know time was different during the Pandemic – slowing down, stretching, fading, a year happening in a day and a day that went on for ages. Or was it two days?