Image by Pavel S from Pixabay I’m ashamed to say how many times I’ve rewritten this review. With every listen, I hear something different that makes me recontextualize everything. What you’re about to read is just my most recent draft representing a time-sensitive impression, which will, in all probability, change
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Dri Chiu Tattersfield (they/he) is a trans Taiwanese creator and educator. He is in love with moss, sediment cores, and public transit. They write (short stories and poems), make (zines and video games), and teach (physics and speculative fiction). hellodri.itch.io Follow @transgendertrucks on Instagram here.
Tired of Talking asks: I have a friend who overshares online, and while I appreciate their honesty, it can be a bit overwhelming. We’re both currently in a group chat where they disclose detailed information about their health—such as their current IBS symptoms or the status of their cysts—and their
Helen Gwyn Jones (she/her) started recording her world at the age of 8 when she bought a Brownie camera from her sister, something which has become a lifelong passion. A collector of the past (hers and other people’s) she likes nothing better than muted images of imperfection. May be found
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The Time-Traveler’s Observation Journal (20th Century, pt. II) [1945] Striped snails tightropeover the bombarded ruins of Dresdentheir slime dripping down the taut wire,lost in billowing smoke,sizzling as it hits scorched ground. [1977] A skeletal unicorn of articulated bonestrots into the neon wilderness of Studio 54. The club kids pause their gyrating dances to watch
Having fit my day job into a readymade obituary I’m ready to talk about heaven. Shufflingrecipe cards from the bottom of the deck, I come across green chiles and a common knife. Icomb the couch for coins from other countries, clothes I never wore, folded on my lap.Father whistled Sinatra
Spicy Species asks: I have a few acquaintances who have “therian” or “kinnie” in their Twitter bios. Their tweets seem normal, though they read like roleplay at times. I’ve tried to learn more about these terms, but I’m confused about their nuances. What’s the difference? Are they LARPing? Are they
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