“Meth was Trainspotting and Dust of Angels. Taiwanese education had worked like a charm, and he had taken a step back from the idea. What else was out there for him to try?”

By Chen Bo-ching 陳栢青, Kevin Wang
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The concrete tetrapods tempered the waves, and the space between them made room for love between boys.

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On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友

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The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.

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What can we do to stop hate and protect our communities?

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Remember that time I asked for your opinion on my hijab? Oh right, never happened.

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The morning I was hit by a bicycle was the last time Ma asked me to do an errand before she left us to work in another country.

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I’d see the soft outline of a couch or get a whiff of coffee roasting in machines, and it was like I was smelling diesel, blood mixed with dust. The bees would start to buzz frantically then, and the noise was deafening.

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On the carceral logic of the model minority myth

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Poem by Linh San, translated by Châu Hoàng

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The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.

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It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.

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We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.

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I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.

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Discourses of compliance and metrics foreclose collective possibilities in reimagining approaches to justice and equity that are organized in care and love

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What got you through those first few months of COVID? What comes to mind when I say, “body?” How will you live now?

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Bubbling under the cacophony of the city or suburban mundaneness is the sound and the fury of an unutterable desperation for acceptance, family, and something that will endure

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Im lặng nhẫn nại của vực sâu hối thúc tôi mở mình | The patient silence of the abyss urged me to open myself

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My journey to understanding love and joy as powerful forces of resistance during a pandemic, with the help of Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey aka DJ MOR Love and Joy.

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The concrete tetrapods tempered the waves, and the space between them made room for love between boys.

Essays

The looming threat of yet another mass expulsion of Palestinians from their homeland is ever present, especially today.

Essays

On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友

Essays

It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.

Essays

We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.

Essays

The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.

Essays

I drive two hours to grieve a person I have never met, and my grief is a country without borders.

Essays

What can we do to stop hate and protect our communities?

Essays

Discourses of compliance and metrics foreclose collective possibilities in reimagining approaches to justice and equity that are organized in care and love

Essays

Remember that time I asked for your opinion on my hijab? Oh right, never happened.

Essays

What got you through those first few months of COVID? What comes to mind when I say, “body?” How will you live now?

Essays

The morning I was hit by a bicycle was the last time Ma asked me to do an errand before she left us to work in another country.

Essays

I’d see the soft outline of a couch or get a whiff of coffee roasting in machines, and it was like I was smelling diesel, blood mixed with dust. The bees would start to buzz frantically then, and the noise was deafening.

Essays

Bubbling under the cacophony of the city or suburban mundaneness is the sound and the fury of an unutterable desperation for acceptance, family, and something that will endure

Essays

On the carceral logic of the model minority myth

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Im lặng nhẫn nại của vực sâu hối thúc tôi mở mình | The patient silence of the abyss urged me to open myself

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Poem by Linh San, translated by Châu Hoàng

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My journey to understanding love and joy as powerful forces of resistance during a pandemic, with the help of Dr. Margo Okazawa-Rey aka DJ MOR Love and Joy.