Category: Essays

See Something, Say Something, Do Something

A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn’t long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.

Would You, Could You, Eat a Dragon?

When food is the central love language that binds people together, what place is there for those of us who don’t want to be fed? If “eating is[…]the exclusive privilege of the living,” does that make me simply the walking dead? You can’t be a picky eater in the dungeon. Okay, but – hear me out – what if you are?

The artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple shirt, sits in the middle between an anthropomorphic representation of her virginity and the ghost of William Faulkner. She has her laptop open in front of her and her fingers steepled in front of her mouth, having just made an amazing discovery. "So if I write 100 stories, I can put an ace character in every single one." The ghost of William Faulkner replies, "That's not how math works," to which the V-Card, a rectangle with arms and legs and a red V down the front, looks up from its book to say, "What do you expect? She majored in creative writing."

Matters of Representation (Because Representation Matters)

It’s no small thing to see yourself positively reflected in something someone else has made. It’s proof that you’re not alone, that you’re not broken, or wrong, or any of the other things we tell ourselves when we grow up and don’t see a friendly face in society’s mirror.