Lives

Love Letters to Frida

October 14, 2016 by Bahar   The first time I kissed a woman, I came undone. I turned inside out; I opened, sweet and languid. I was careless, graceful, lush. And in the darkness of my closed eye, I remembered...

AUNT MIRIAM

September 30th, 2016 by Ari Agha   I came out as a lesbian when I was twenty-one years old, but this story is not about that time I came out, it’s about a different time. You see, I learned very...

Why I Lied About My Rape

"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.

DEAR ENGLISH LANGUAGE

"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