Tag: essays

“Queer Time Machines: Hauntologies of Literature” by Ben Berman Ghan

Elizabeth Freeman opens Time Binds: Queer Temporalities, Queer Histories introduction with a description of the 2002 experimental film K.I.P by Nguyen Tan Hoang – a hybrid of queer art and gay porn – a project of “time art” (Freeman 1) that fights against the constraints of what Freeman calls chrononormativity,

“Arundhati Roy’s ‘The Ministry of Utmost Happiness’: The Worlding of Queer Lives Under Neoliberalism” by Mauve Perle Tahat

“’You’ve already been to my funeral. You’ve already laid flowers at my grave. What more can they do to me? I’m a shadow at high noon. I don’t exist.’The last time she met him he said something to her, casually, jokingly, but with heartbreak in his eyes. It made her

“On Mothers and Daughters” by Rowan Aubrey Sloane

    My mother grew up moving. The only place she has told me about is Dayton, Ohio. She grew up moving, orbiting Wright-Patterson Air Force base where her father, the colonel, was stationed off and on. She grew up orbiting, but people aren’t satellites, and she doesn’t bring up

“Being Pulled Ten Ways While Focusing on Becoming One” by Jordannah Elizabeth

February is always an interesting month. The American New Year is on January 1st, and everyone is scrambling to get their bearings, some reeling about Valentine’s Day, focused on love and romance. I like February, it feels like the seasonal Wild West. Resolutions, solutions, finding comfort after being held by

“Braving the Days: The Western Understanding of Karma – A Personal Thought Flow” by Jordannah Elizabeth

I saw a post on social media asking “Why do Western people use the word karma so much, but don’t understand what it truly means?” I think about karma often and try to live by its principals, but I am very honest with myself and clear to others when I

“On names, identity, and personal mythology” by Lianna Schreiber

  Is it still an identity crisis if what is causing you grief is a fractal self which exists only in another person’s mind? I am hyper-aware of myself at all times, and whether or not this roots in being a woman is a discussion best left for another time

Tet @ the Coffee Shop by Tini Ngatini

Viet Nam has changed my relationship with coffee shops. They used to be a space where I worked and entertained my friends. Then, recently, they became a sort of anthropological space where I encountered a religious event which brought me to another level of appreciation and respect for local culture.

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com