The contortions that people will undergo to desexualize me, a blind woman, can be overwhelming.
It isn’t that we sought to separate the “real world” from the matches—just that, for a time, we had something else to think about.
A woman living alone has heard every story about the woman living alone. We constantly negotiate the knowledge of our vulnerability, both real and amplified by stories we’re told.
My kids have been kicked out of many, many places for being different—just like I was.
When she held hands with a man and walked down the street, it was an act of responsibility to herself.
A quilt made by my great-grandmother became a life preserver when I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder.
On watching the World Cup in spite of everything, and finding camaraderie with friends and strangers alike.
Not knowing happens to all mothers, and to all of us—if we are breathing, we are without escape from things we can’t know.
Meet the LGBTQ+ instructors of Catapult!
“The phenomenon of lonely deaths for aging populations echoes in many pockets around the world.”
As in any other sport, the point is the narrative—but no other sport magnifies its lore in the same way as soccer.
There are certain wonders that disappear in translation.
Gedney immortalizes the carefree embraces between bodies of men who lean into one another in gentle, carefree repose.
As I turned into a blind person, my dad metamorphosed into a disabled person.