
Sometimes, a moment of revulsion is actually pure revelation. Read more
Sometimes, a moment of revulsion is actually pure revelation. Read more
My fascinating if mildly morbid research started because I couldn’t remember having sex with my ex boyfriend. It was as though someone had come in with kindergarten scissors and started sloppily snipping those memories away. Read more
‘I’m an amputee and this image is one of the first I’ve created that addresses what being disabled is, sans able-bodied expectations.’ Read more
July Westhale’s new book of poetry, ‘Trailer Trash,’ reminds us never to be ashamed of where we come from, even if it almost kills us. Read more
Christmas ghosts complicate my time. They remind me things are not linear; time is tangled, circuitous; you can travel to any point in your life and wander a while. Read more
‘Being penetrated is a potent symbol of vulnerability!’ I thought another man could get through to my man-friend in a way I never could. Read more
‘I’m happiest when my support networks are as wide and tribe-like as possible, and a lack of jealousy makes that easier to sustain.’ Read more
What does marriage mean when you’re gender fluid and loathe the patriarchy? Read more
Do not — my mind bellows at my body — become sexually inconsequential. Do not relinquish this power like a wilting flower. Read more
In this 1932 commercial one lucky dame gets to be the Queen of a Gas Machine. (And the recipient of manifold gropings!) Read more