It is a delight to be bald. Almost bald. Buzzed. Let's Go Bald This morning I woke up and Greta told me that my hair already looked longer. I rubbed my palms against the fuzz, eye closed, reveling in the numbing, TV static sensation on my head. I obviously couldn’t tell if it had grown or not. She tells me...

Most fairytales are actually nightmares. A girl in a red cape wanders through the woods. Somewhere, a wolf watches her and peels an apple. A girl with the skin of pearl sleeps. Seven dwarves laugh man maniacally and skip around a fire. Two children eat a hose of chemical sugar. The witch cackles. It's almost dinnertime. This Halloween, we delved...

Image: JoJoNavigating religious and predominantly white spaces while being ethnically and racially ambiguous can be a precarious experience. Often, religiously affiliated schools serve as spaces where micro-aggressive and sexist behavior are neatly disguised in dress code rules based on biblical teachings. Having attended a religious school myself, I became interested in the experiences of other people who hold these identities.

Sexual Education has failed more people than it has helped. Only 29 states teach comprehensive sexual education. States like Arizona, Arkansas, Colorado, Florida, Idaho. Louisiana, Massachusetts, and Texas do not have a sex education or HIV education mandate. And it almost goes without saying that most states do not properly teach consent. This failing only serves to perpetuate sexual misconduct...

(Untitled) I hid under her dress to see the sun rolling along a lane of salt that was brushed off the bodies of women I was sent to make art of fire in the kitchen and bury my face inside the burned body hair before dying in dust I have something blowing up my mind now: the moment of absence,...

Dinner Finer, finer napkins try to sit balancing your asses on them I wind round the columns like a beige snake spitting out snow on the hour, a soprano singing for the birth in the stove Venus is on the couch showing her legs   (Untitled) In June or maybe July the carriage belonged to the woman in the country...