Mundane solidarity helped us meet outside of linear time and embrace ourselves as the whole suns we are.

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Even though you didn’t say “no” in what you’ve been told is the “right” way to say no, you were saying no.

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Sometimes it is easier to call the truth a story or a song. / What some deem repression, I name reflections.

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When it comes to how rape culture is enabled, made mundane, what are the hard questions we have not yet posed?

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Tales of Quarantine from Around the World

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Why care so much for someone who hasn’t done the same for you? As a feminist offering to the project of abolition, Saidiya Hartman reflects, “Care is the antidote to violence.”

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In honoring ordinary people and gestures, Chang reminds us of things taken for granted, of cramped train rides and eavesdropped conversations, the sounds and smells of cityscapes and markets.

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Five essays in a new collection from A World Without Cages show us the creative work of movement building.

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In Part One of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. shares three areas of critical work, storytelling, and action to undertake in solidarity with Black and Dalit liberation struggles.

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I might do something dangerous in that state of mind.

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What was I when I was not quite in one place, nor in another, just in midstream?

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Sometimes I’m mad at you for never teaching me how to get away. / Sometimes I’m mad at myself for opening a door I could not close.

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Not upon, over, at, or near, rape is not adjacent to anything. It is the thing.

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A manifesto for the post-pandemic reemergence of ‘Old New York’

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I think of the warmth that had once existed under the covers in the narrow space between my parents.

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I gazed into the gimmick, and the gimmick gazed back.

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A visual and typographical essay on prison doulas’ community-care in the face of violence from carceral systems.

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I miss my home. Although I’ve never seen where it is, I close my eyes and picture every detail it contains.

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When my mother and I were hopeless, buckling under the weight of our unanswered prayers, she taught me that laughter can be a way of creating our own mercy.

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NOTTHECRUSH tells me he has a crush on me.

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Even though you didn’t say “no” in what you’ve been told is the “right” way to say no, you were saying no.

Essays

Sometimes I’m mad at you for never teaching me how to get away. / Sometimes I’m mad at myself for opening a door I could not close.

Essays

Sometimes it is easier to call the truth a story or a song. / What some deem repression, I name reflections.

Essays

Not upon, over, at, or near, rape is not adjacent to anything. It is the thing.

Essays

When it comes to how rape culture is enabled, made mundane, what are the hard questions we have not yet posed?

Essays

Tales of Quarantine from Around the World

Essays

A manifesto for the post-pandemic reemergence of ‘Old New York’

Essays

Why care so much for someone who hasn’t done the same for you? As a feminist offering to the project of abolition, Saidiya Hartman reflects, “Care is the antidote to violence.”

Essays

I think of the warmth that had once existed under the covers in the narrow space between my parents.

Essays

In honoring ordinary people and gestures, Chang reminds us of things taken for granted, of cramped train rides and eavesdropped conversations, the sounds and smells of cityscapes and markets.

Essays

I gazed into the gimmick, and the gimmick gazed back.

Essays

Five essays in a new collection from A World Without Cages show us the creative work of movement building.

Essays

A visual and typographical essay on prison doulas’ community-care in the face of violence from carceral systems.

Essays

In Part One of a discussion on South Asian diasporic organizing in the movement for abolition, Mon M. shares three areas of critical work, storytelling, and action to undertake in solidarity with Black and Dalit liberation struggles.

Essays

I miss my home. Although I’ve never seen where it is, I close my eyes and picture every detail it contains.

Essays

I might do something dangerous in that state of mind.

Essays

When my mother and I were hopeless, buckling under the weight of our unanswered prayers, she taught me that laughter can be a way of creating our own mercy.

Essays

What was I when I was not quite in one place, nor in another, just in midstream?

Essays

NOTTHECRUSH tells me he has a crush on me.