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the cramps, the pills, the bruises
what my periods feel like
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the tape recorder
I hate myself in the quietest ways
Mar 8
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banana
No, but where are you really from?
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i don’t feel like my life has begun yet. and i don’t know when it will
I have a strange relationship with time. It is not that I am unaware of it passing—my calendar, crammed with deadlines, study sessions, internships…
Feb 27
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the professor
Trigger warning: This piece contains depictions of predatory behaviour involving a power imbalance.
Feb 18
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Recent posts
guai (乖)
On obedience, words, and rebellion
Feb 7
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religious trauma
I remember.
Feb 6
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the torture of not being an artist
For most of my life, I thought I would be a musician, a classical musician, a pianist; and I lived that possibility as if it were air, as if it were…
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a love letter to water
It’s long afternoons.
Jan 26
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my intersectional queer experience
I have not told my parents I'm queer, but I think they know. They should know.
Jan 18
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thesecondmovement
Personal essays on identity, queer experience, music, culture, and politics by a sometimes depressed human rights law grad student.
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