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Excavating My Sexual History as a Party Trick Charlie Sorrenson Share article Circles, Triangles, Squares by Charlie Sorrenson At some point in the conversation we had migrated to the kitchen floor, arranging our bodies into a loose, humanoid square: me leaning against the island, Lisa against the stove, MJ against the sink, and Farouk’s former
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If we’re lucky enough to reach old age, our lives will continue to surprise us—in ways that are as varied and utterly transformative as our youth. In speaking to friends and elders, I got to see the range of experiences that someone can have later in life, on their path to deeper self-discovery: uplifting, sad,
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An Excerpt from Women Surrounded by Water by Patricia Coral Marriage Addictions I I remember how you cried when I walked towards you and took your hand in my hand. After the wedding, we danced all night in Casa de España to our favorite songs, to our friends’ joy, to our love. My feet were
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When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood
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When I tell my therapist I put the ‘bi’ in Bipolar she asks to see me twice a week Click to enlarge sales lady says stop romanticizing the struggle Click to enlarge The post I Told My Therapist I Put the Bi In Bipolar appeared first on Electric Literature. Read the original article here
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Do you remember it? When you changed? Or, stranger still, when you were between one thing and another? I do. When my breasts started to show beneath my T-shirt—buds, they called them, but it never felt like a flowering. In the dictionary under buds, it explains: in certain limbless lizards and snakes a limb bud
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Raising Sons In a Forest Full of Fascists Julian Zabalbeascoa Share article Adela by Julian Zabalbeascoa Añon de Moncayo, June 1938 David and Marco, my two youngest, walk into the forest and return with wounded animals, branches that resemble people, leaves in the perfect shape of a star, colorful rocks for which they invent fantastical
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“You’re Desi and gay–what’s that like?” This question was asked sometimes with a touch of fascination, that someone born and raised in the subcontinent can also be queer, or, more often, with concern: what it means to be queer in a country where the current conservative regime denied marriage equality in 2023 and where the
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