A Reading Life

“Who is to say the writer’s intention is necessarily any more important than the meaning we find or create?”



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Several people appear to be at a dimly lit party. They appear in silhouette, illuminated only by a red light above their heads. Two people wear long pointed animal ears.

The Infinite is Everywhere and Cheap

If my face was a mask stuck to my face, then my girldick was a strap-on I could never remove. And both were the shadows of masculinity I could never shake.


White smoke on a black background

Have You Ever: Mammogram Edition

What does it mean that the same hospital wing scopes out both the start of life and its potential end?


A yellow bucket and yellow spade atop sand at the beach

Bonus Child

It’s easier to trash fairytales and racism than it is to face the simplicity of my conundrum: that I’ve inherited the defunct reality of a stranger’s manifest desire.


A small, vintage television set sits on a kitchen counter. The sun reflects off the yellow wall next to it.

Naked

You’ve been conditioned to witness the miraculous—seen every medical marvel flash before your eyes one thousand times on-screen—doesn’t she watch Untold Stories from the E.R.?


A picture of five light blue surgical masks scattered on a black surface

A Request for Accountability in Our Shared Spaces

Rather than placing the burden of care on the ill and disabled, we are asking that Bread Loaf support a community of care from the start, so the conference is accessible to all.


A child's hand holds a large brush on the side of a horse.

Horse Crazy

I have always been part rider, part horse. Ready to bolt, a sucker for a sugar cube, and I like to be groomed.