Love
Always For You

Always For You

I thought I knew life, grasped its seasons, its gentle hum.
The Personal is Not Always Physical

The Personal is Not Always Physical

My fifteen-year-old self had a much narrower definition of “intimacy” than my present self does now. She believed that intimacy always includes an implied “sexual” in front of it. Intimacy was found only in a private language spoken between sexual bodies.
ante meridiem

ante meridiem

3:41am i’m going to cherish and regret this experience once i wake up. you’re completely different in person. no. incorrect. on skype. we skyped. we sat and had a conversation, looked at each other’s “faces” through this app called skype as i cursed my internet connection. you looked different. you sounded different. you laughed a...
The Lack Thereof

The Lack Thereof

I was in sixth grade when I realized that I did not have a normal, healthy, intimate relationship with my family. This was a multi-step process, and by multi, I really mean two.
Editor’s Letter — February 2017: INTIMACY

Editor’s Letter — February 2017: INTIMACY

Ah, February. The smell of chocolate (and bitterness) is in the air as millions prepare for the most romantic day of the year.
The Amazing Firsts of Learning to Love Myself

The Amazing Firsts of Learning to Love Myself

  I am overweight. I have been for over half of my life. I’ve had doctors, friends, parents and society constantly remind me of this. There is little room in society for someone like me to love myself. Until I was about 13 or 14 I always saw myself as a “thin girl” in a...
I Remember

I Remember

  I remember how we met, what I was watching when you moved in up the street, how reluctant I was to go say hello.
On the Invasive Nature of Heternormativity

On the Invasive Nature of Heternormativity

  When I was nine, I used to read a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction. Which, okay, doesn’t sound like the best use of my time, but what else was there to do? Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince had just come out three days after my ninth birthday, and I read it in...