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Carly Rae Jepsen’s Music Helped Me Stop Apologizing for Being “Too Much”

There is something freeing about being in a ballroom full of people singing about how we all deserve to feel a love that reverberates through the walls of our body.

Aug 03, 2020
What I Read When I Was Radioactive

The cruel logic of cancer therapy is that what kills the malignant could also kill the benign.

Jul 30, 2020
Ballet Helped Me Reclaim My Identity as a Queer Iranian

Imagination could only take me so far. I was ready to dance—and this time my mom couldn’t say no.

Jul 20, 2020
The Small Beauty of Funeral Sex

There is something about sex that feels like an unequivocal “fuck you” to death, taking something back from that which has taken something from you.

Jul 15, 2020
Looking for My Ancient Religion in Uzbekistan

Still, I was in search of something more, something concrete, something material.

Jun 29, 2020
Do Not Marry a Politician and Other Kitchen Table Things

I've long been taught that the appearance of a good marriage, not a good marriage necessarily, is the ultimate goal.

Jun 29, 2020
How a Haircut Helped Me Untangle My Identity as a Queer Indian Woman

They defined beauty. They defined womanhood. And they felt so, so far away from the woman I felt myself becoming.

Jun 25, 2020
The Bipolar Nanny Diaries

Shame alley-ooped my fear. I worked with children and I had a mental illness. They were antithetical.

Jun 16, 2020
Drawing Grief

The creative release felt familiar. The soreness, the tenderness, making up new words for a new reality.

Jun 11, 2020
Montana Boys

We were all looking for the exceptions; all of us. Our conversations about white people had by now become banal.

Jun 10, 2020
Whiteness Can’t Save Us

Whiteness cannot give us what we need, and this is not a disappointment. This is a testimony.

Jun 10, 2020
Murder Nights

It was as if I needed a third surgery, a reconstruction. I needed the surgeon to rebuild what he tore out.

Jun 02, 2020
Playing Ophelia Helped Me Navigate My Own Grief

She sings and speaks in lewd riddles, mourning her father’s untimely death and her abandonment by Hamlet, her lover.

Scabies Taught Me Social Distancing Doesn’t Mean Disconnection

I wasn’t alone in this experience that had made me feel so isolated, so removed from everyone.

May 21, 2020
What Reality TV Taught Me About Ending a Friendship

I’m coming to terms with the fact that—whether it ends in an unfollow or in a blow-up bash in a house in Malibu—sometimes the kindest thing we can give one another is a goodbye.

May 21, 2020
The Mother of Reckoning

One of my mothers, I thought, could be dead.

May 19, 2020
Finding Myself in the Museum of Chinese in America

Chineseness became a part of my heritage I could name but didn’t really understand.

May 14, 2020
It Took Me Ten Years and a Church Hall to Love Dance Again

It was never about exercise, nor changing my body. It was about doing something my body felt comfortable with.

May 13, 2020
Finding God in Science

The grounding I felt in organized religion was substantial: the loss, acutely painful. I found temporary relief in all the ways nature found me wherever I lived.

Apr 21, 2020
Falling in Love With a Balloon Artist Taught Me I Never Wanted to Be “Normal”

My future was uncertain . . . A balloon dinosaur was tangible, even if it withered away in a week.

Apr 14, 2020