POLLYANNA-ISH II: CONSONANTS AND CARS
Pollyanna-ish is a column about the process of becoming (undefinable). Exploring the intersection between life and art, these essays will explore and intermingle different aspects…
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Don’t @ Me (An Interior Monologue): May
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a cis, demisexual woman navigating the world in a nontraditional body? In this ongoing column,…
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Blood
I’ve never had to prepare so much to take a shit. I gotta get a fresh pad, fill up the watering-can you bought me…
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Grief Ghost
CW: Mention of eating disorders We sent each other pictures of Bjork wearing a swan dress. Within three months of meeting her, she had…
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So long, Mr Peters
Coach Peters was less creepy dead, somehow, than when he was alive. Which was funny, because on the face of it nothing had changed….
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the incline up barkly street’s a killer
i ride my bike home w a backpack full of custard apples and a butterfly makes its way straight into my mouth why am…
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Magic Fingers
Roger doesn’t know that Kaitlin has magic fingers. He looks at them, entwined in his own, and thinks they are just regular girl fingers….
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Don’t @ Me (An Interior Monologue): April
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a cis, demisexual woman navigating the world in a nontraditional body? In this ongoing column,…
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Galentines
why are all the women I know beautiful smart & nursing longing like a fine whiskey it is valentine’s day & people who think…
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