Category: The Journal
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gentle men don’t exist
The following is a somewhat poetic stream of thought resulting from a conversation I had with a man regarding his former childhood feelings of wanting and deserving to assault women for his own sexual gratification. He expressed that his lack of female attention made him want to kill. It made me wonder, how many of…
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Black Eyes, Open Mouth
Seeing Black Eyes play live, crowds as shared bodies, deindividuation, and healing the angry teen
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Equestrian B*tch- lessons from the barrel races for 2026: year of the fire horse
How I’m embracing the year of the fire horse as the year of the feral and faithful. I’m starting this off with two of my formative stories surrounding The Chinese Zodiac. The first one takes place in my first grade classroom. The boy I had a crush on and one of my friends were both…
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i went to the tea shop
I went to that tea shop today, the one I’ve been wanting to visit. The man at the counter was really friendly, but they didn’t have the drink I had spent the last 20 minutes planning to order. Yelp didn’t tell me they were out of hibiscus today. I ask about the substitute, but I don’t…
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Spiral Staircases and Capturing Dissociation
{Gallery Exploration}: Scala Elicoidale Momo (2024) An inspired discussion
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august 27th
It’s the end of August and I am ripe. Every single night has been sweat soaked, and every single sunrise has been golden I’m ripe and overdone 27 days in but this 31 day harvest feels like it’s just begun Yesterday I held a woman who lost her husband And today I read that I…
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Dirt Dance
And when I return to the soil—to dance barefoot in the sun, to play in the trees, to feel the wind tangle my hair—my nervous system exhales. My immune system strengthens. My soul remembers.
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