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Everyday Slaughter

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My mother knew I loved rearing livestock, chickens especially. When I was young, she bought a goat for me. Three days after we brought it home, the animal died. "Your nature might not align with the goat," she said. "Does that mean I can't rear any livestock?" Sadness encroached. "Don't worry. Let's try a hen."

Hens and a rooster on a wooden window balk
On March 22, 2022

Julian

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A woman’s pandemic relationship with a cat deepens her humanity.

Cat showing his fangs
On January 21, 2022

A Suburban Caretaker’s Diary Entry

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With wit, and a dash of horror, a Black caregiver in the Bay Area suburbs reflects on the surreality of elder care during a pandemic.

suburban tract home in Palo Alto
On January 13, 2022

CSU: University Administrators Need a Report Card: A+ for Exploitation!

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Grading Cal State University LA: administrators get an A for lip service and exploitation, and an F for ethical treatment of faculty and students

On November 16, 2021

Passion for Change: the Queer Rights Struggle in Nigeria

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Queer Nigerians organize to fight anti-LGBTQIA+ oppression in their country.

nigerian pride wall
On November 9, 2021

An Open Letter Not to Seattle

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A Latina calls out the city of Seattle for its social chilliness.

Seattle
On November 3, 2021

Alone Together: Navigating Online Therapy During COVID-19

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For Nigerians seeking therapy, two options exist: IRL and URL. Hauwa Shaffii Nuhu describes her experiences with both.

On September 23, 2021

We Are The Ones Who Got Away

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The Petito case challenges us to consider how we language romantic harm. Domestic violence seldom stays at home.

arizona highway
On September 21, 2021

To Evil Women: May We Know Them, May We Be Them

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Each evil woman’s origin story is seemingly unique, but Maleficients and Medusas all too often begin as victims. These characters struggle to obey, to fit in, to be respected and taken seriously, though their efforts are for nought. Their foes point to some physical attribute, an aspect of their temperament, or a pariah status to justify keeping them down.

Batman 66 Vol 1 Issue 26
On July 27, 2021

Stories For Stoners: An interview with Marijuanera Mala Muñoz

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Mala Muñoz is without a doubt a Chicana who smokes her fair share of weed.

Marijuanera hero
On June 29, 2021

Bankrupt: An Excerpt From Driven: A Kunstlerroman

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In this excerpt from Chris Rice’s hardboiled memoir, an artist dumps her boozehound bankrupt boyfriend, steals what is rightfully hers, herself, and retreats to Venice, California

Hand, cigarette, & empty beer glass
On June 15, 2021

But You Don’t Look Asian: On Being Entitled to Pain

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Who deserves to feel the pain of anti-Asian violence? Who deserves to take up space with their rage? As a mixed-race person, am I allowed to be here? Do I belong?

Asian protester in NYC
On May 4, 2021

My Life at the Dildo Factory

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A story of workplace abuse: “Saftey words are for Pussies!” read the misspelled Roy-Lichtenstein-does-BDSM faux pop art painting displayed in the office of the Anonymous Sex Toy Company. "Safe, Sane, and Consensual" was the company motto. None of the men running the company understood those slogans were incompatible.

Saftey Words Are For Pussies!
On April 29, 2021

Some Workplace Injuries are No Accident

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In the past five months, incidents of women getting threatened, hurt, or killed at their American workplaces appeared on national news. On November 12, the NY Post outed a paramedic as a sex worker, resulting in a barrage of threats. The exposure also jeopardized her job. On January 6, we saw Congresswomen hide in their offices in lockdown while gallows were being erected for them outside their work building. On March 16, we learned that six women in Atlanta were killed when a mass shooter came into their place of work. It’s clear from these incidents that the prestige, location, or salary of a woman’s job has no bearing on how safe she is at work. When society normalizes gender-based violence in the home, it also normalizes gender-based violence in the workplace.

Ambulance in New York
On April 8, 2021

Writing Ourselves Into Bed

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When battered women "move on," sometimes, we "start over" in a new home that's, in many ways, a reconstitution of our old home. We might not be sharing walls or a roof with the piece of shit who fucked us up but the weapons he used remain. Weapons like a bed. They don't look like weapons. They look like ordinary things. That's what's so frightening about them.

Arcelia
On March 15, 2021