‘Ammonite’ Isn’t a Lesbian Romance, But It Is About Intimacy
This movie is not a romance. I’ve watched it over and over again, wanting it to be, but I don’t think it is one—at least in a conventional sense.
Go! Be sick in silence no more
Portrait of a Lady On FireThe FavouriteCarol
stillOh look, here are two women gazing at each other. Here are two women kissing. Here are two women kissing in the dark, because there’s no electricity yet and because their husbands are one argument away from sending them to an asylum before they go off to war and die.
You are a disappointment. You may not be wrong by being who you really are, but who you are is a disappointment.
It is a joy to be hidden.
It is a disaster not to be found
You’re leaving soon. I’m sorry.
Natasha Oladokun (she/her) is a poet and essayist. She holds fellowships from Cave Canem, the Virginia Center for Creative Arts, the Jackson Center for Creative Writing, Twelve Literary Arts, and the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where she was the inaugural First Wave Poetry fellow. Her work has appeared in the American Poetry Review, The Academy of American Poets, Harvard Review Online, and Kenyon Review Online. You can read her column The PettyCoat Chronicles—on pop culture and period dramas—at Catapult. She is Associate Poetry Editor at storySouth, and currently lives in Madison, WI.
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