There is no main character, no setting, no plot. Just rows and rows of babies, acting in different ways, living different experiences.
Something Is Wrong with the Way I Look
Simple Disguises: On M. Butterfly and Self-Imposed Archetypes
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On Black Decadence
Every year after, I never forgot what my father said. This is for us. This is for us. This is for us.
Connecting with My Uncle on LinkedIn
The two pages that summarized three decades of Uncle Amor’s work experience had tattered edges, a yellow tint, and the smell of old printer ink. It was the only testament to the career he had left behind in the Philippines.
The Long Tail
My parents speak fluent English, and my Taiwanese is pretty well close to fluent, but some things cannot be communicated.
The Last Fanfiction I Ever Wrote
Rowling created an original world, yes, but the fans have far more imagination.
House of Mirrors: Jordan Peele’s Us Reflects My Split Selves
As I drift to sleep, I wonder who the real me is and who’s the imposter.
Ah, Yeah Beautiful Girls
He dreamt I was bodybuilder Kay Baxter. A bikinied beauty, yes, but not the figure I would have wanted to represent me at age 10, especially as the new girl in school, Black and visibly other.
