Still Not Buying Your Hate

“They are our neighbors, our peers, our friends.” I’m sitting in a bar reminding them of the facts. We have to live with these people. Did you never discuss politics with your neighbors growing up? Who were your neighbors? I’m drinking my beer slowly, trying to remind people to be optimistic. Am I pulling off

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To the Moms: Always for me in the Plural

I just sustained another loss, it’s hit me hard and I’m still reeling. It reminded me how important the many women who cared for me throughout my life are. Women without whom I’d be dead and more seriously injured. There were a lot of them who kept me alive, without me having been their child,

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How I’m Still Alive

My life sort of defies sense and so I get a lot of questions about my existence. Usually people are surprised because I don’t have a lot of melanin and they don’t realize that poverty is transracial. The Stanford degrees don’t help. There aren’t a whole lot of childhood sex trafficking victims who went to

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Love like our Lives Depend on it

I hate competing, even in when I’m good at things, for a reason. I’d sooner let someone take the stage than take the stage myself. If you hand me the microphone, I’m handing it off as quickly as possible. My goal as a teacher was for my kids to not need me. I’ve mastered the

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Do You, Boo: A Pro-Woman Rallying Cry

I have a confession to make. I love hanging out with dudes way more than women. I’d rather drink beer than wine or mimosas and I’ll never be caught dead in Chanel. I hate shopping. All of these things are things my favorite girlfriends love to do. As the resident shithead in the bunch, I’m

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Community, Community, Community is Going to be my new Mantra

I’ve been thinking a lot about the way we approach community, and each other. This generation feels isolated, disconnected. Are we really alone in this struggle? The enormity of the struggle seems real, even my rich friends with good jobs can’t afford rent. We judge our friends who struggle and whose lives aren’t picture perfect

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I’m too Radical for the Violence of the so-called “Antifas”

I think that the only way I can make this comprehensible to you is to talk in terms of pain. We can follow the faultlines along my body, and trace the damage. Let’s start at the feet, the nerve damage the developed when he would hold me down while he raped me as a toddler.

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