A memoir of an unwelcome encounter
Trigger warning: Sexual harassment & image-based abuse Like most women, I have…
OMG! Where Are You From?
By Ricky Jade We placed our clothing on the cashier’s bench. “Oh…
Books, Bucks, and Broken Hearts
By Preet Bulchandani There was a time, not too long ago, when…
Desire
As an immature kid, I wanted that gold medal. Winning that prize meant validating my hidden talents and bringing pride to my family, for once.
I can’t be bothered anymore
The Sunday Scaries were setting in as I remembered, despite the doomsday weekend I had experienced, I was going to work tomorrow to mingle with annoying, sad souls who I can't help but become infuriated by whenever they message me "hey".
unSEXpected: Fear of falling
In my head, I am writing about this moment, as it happens. I know we will both love again. Love, in all of its forms, is inevitable. But in this moment, on this bridge, its vulnerability is inconceivable to us.
Letting Go
I sit, I watch, and I want to cry, but no one will notice. Everyone is too busy laughing, catching up on who slept with who, and what assignments haven’t been started with five hours to go until the due date. The college life is the epitome of feeling isolated in a room full of people.
Letters to future me: A low-tech way to reflect on ourselves
It's weird how time can pass so slowly that you hardly notice the impact of the small changes you've made in your life. Often, you only become aware of these changes when someone points them out (which, if positive, is one of the best feelings ever), or when you deliberately take the time to reflect on yourself.
The Soundtrack to Life
My life has been a mosaic of music and memories.
Until recently.
Private Pleasures
By Lilian Martin Trigger warning: this piece contains a whole lotta sexual…
