A personal essay on my relationship to pain.
A snapshot of my current mental processes as documented in a 12+ hour period.
The practice of time travel, and its existence – or lack thereof – is a phenomenon that human beings constantly work with and practice far more than they realize. Through social attitudes that back the practice of scientific skepticism, one might dismiss the concept of “time travel” as merely fantasy or fiction. However, the ineffable nature of time, when studied through the lens of the human experience, is far more than what social attitudes reflect it to be.
It started with my mom.
Three specific instances come to mind. And I think that's all it took.
I'm no fucking hero. I'm not "brave", and I love the praise but it wears on me sometimes because I feel like I don't even deserve it.
But here's the catch: I love being alone. But this goes both ways. I love being alone for good and bad reasons. The good reasons are for the same reasons that most people like to be alone: to reconnect, to clear my head, to spend some time with me. That's the good shit. The bad shit is more difficult to explain.
If love was an actual person, it would definitely be that girl who I never call or text, but would low-key eat her ass with a spoon any time, anywhere and for any reason absolutely whenever she wanted.
A content analysis of print ads and their representation of non-binary individuals as "androgynous". (This is originally an advertisement analysis, but I lost the advertisements so just use your imagination).
Intersectionality as paramount to LGBTQ+ studies.
The Importance of Queen Bey's Lemonade to the wildly misrepresented population of black women, and our relationship to black men.
This essay is about the detrimental effects of erasing subculture/minority experiences in literature, and it's relation to neo-colonialism.