The Hidden
My mother broke every plate in the house that day. She had destroyed the plastic plates first, each artificial disk severed before meeting the kitchen floor. She had taken the paper plates too, ripping them with her delicate hands until they had reached the floor, a despondent end to the lively meals that they had...
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
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
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.
Frances Ha: A Portrait of Female Intimacy
I was helping a friend analyze short stories for a research paper. One story involved two friends who, at one point in the story, sleep in the same bed. One of them jokes about how they are a lesbian couple. My friend, a man, used this to suggest there must be some romantic desire between...
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.