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If you touch my hair, The skinny lady sang about it And I say:   I hope my dandruff falls...

Artist’s Statement: This piece was created in an attempt to articulate the distance created between myself and the self I present...

This world would chew me up and spit me out if I let it It would quiet me, destroy me...

This essay is inspired by what I thought would be a late-night tweet, which I am particularly fond of, but...

Olivia and I are on my bed, all geared up to watch porn.  My laptop is between us. We split...

cleft and butchered, now diagrammed: this male, this female, which is worse. my body apportioned to king and queen. the...

As I pondered a pronoun change, I began to think of gender less as a scale and more as a...

She’d first seen shadow puppets when she was five. They were told to sit “Indian style” on the carpet in...

I have this dream— they find me wading in corn fields, my eyes like the stalk center of sunflower petals....

I sanitize my stories like I wash my hands–multiple times a day, scrubbing until they pose no risk to others,...

so you say you want your dick sucked want to fuck the bitches and hoes well, you’re talking about me...

What country is she from? a colleague asks when I announce I’ve become an adoptive parent. How to explain I’m...