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...
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...
"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.
