"I believed that rapists were men who hid in parks and jumped out of the bushes at night...The boy who raped me was nice." Marisa Peters on coming to believe in your own rape narrative.
July 6th, 2016 by Lizzie Derksen I live in Edmonton, Alberta. The Gateway to the North. Treaty Six territory. Oil City. Everything here is built on oil and gas money—a situation that makes me by turns proud, sad, frustrated,...
"You name me an immigrant, and when I am an immigrant I am nothing else." Camila Salazar writes back to the language she is learning to live within
“Over the years tending to my skin has become ritual. It was my self-care before I knew what self-care was.” TK Matunda on the transformative and potentially revolutionary power of her bed-time skin routine
waaseyaa’sin christine sy relfects on how colonial legislation has altered Anishinaabeg relationships to the land and calls for (re)matriation, starting in the sugar bush.
Maura Roberts and Billy-Ray Belcourt get together to discuss radical friendship, a relation that both includes and exceeds allyship, as a life sustaining force in a world of continual crisis
Andrea Abi-Karam writes towards a post-gender future.