We carve strangers’ words onto our skin like tattoos to be flaunted while hiding away everything that we are from within.
I always thought I’d get married in a white mekhla-sador, the paht soft and warming, so in cool weather please.
a god made me in spite of its own image a crooked, vile wooden doll
The morning was heavy, laden with the weight of expectation, with the unsettling realisation that something was about to shift.
Do you know what it feels like to be seen? I also don’t know what it feels like to be properly heard, but that’s a question for another time.
That little baby born in spring, Shall “he” identify as Queer? Regardless, Polaris feels queer!
We spoke about everything and nothing at once, her presence like a balm to an ache I hadn’t realised I carried.
It’s clear Ms. Nisha is not here to shame them or lecture them. She’s here to give them words when they have none.
Aria walked into her school’s auditorium, giggling with the rest of the girls, because they were about to have their very first Sex Ed workshop.