When I look through “Girls of Isolation,” I see the kind of ennui and subtle restlessness that settles in the bones, carries itself in the eyes, waits for you and gets into your hair. It is the heavy kind that wraps itself around your shoulders, allowing you to do nothing else but surrender to its cause.
Read MoreIt wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
Read MoreI braid these waves into a still water crown/ each braid, boxed at the root, a singular wish/ wrapped together like a promise
Read More“…i was told that if it looked / like this / then / it was wrong / that i would need mending…”
Read More“They should be quaking.”
Read More“it was not mary’s fault that her body was hospitable. it was not mary’s fault that there was no cure.”
Read More“We are trained to be unsure of our own conceptions, to leave it in the hands of an exterior industry. I fight back against this conditioning in small ways, like giving different dates of my last menstrual period when asked.”
Read MoreThe archetype of ‘creepy child’ is one that endures in both horror and thriller media. Yet, the observer is often only privy to the child’s outward display, how their affections disturb others. Oftentimes, the child is perceived as simply ‘unnatural’ or ‘off,’ and shows a disinclination toward physically harming others––that is not the case in Baby Teeth.
Read MoreAs a Chaote, I believe any form of media can be a valid source of spiritual wisdom as long as it resonates with you. Sailor Moon is no exception and it has impacted my witchcraft practice significantly.
Read More“You’re left-swiping faster than boy-racers on the M1. Boring, boring, dickhead, boring, weird. Is this how people find dates? You pause when you reach her.”
Read More“country sojourner, you gaze at me in rough / lips psychedelic rum, see i live in the old tales / of thick thighed psychostasia. weighting between / the self-actualized fat of my body and the / flickering of french-kissed soul. see i move”
Read More“the myth is, you and i tell each other we are / beautiful, precious, rare creatures, we are beholden / but we are scarred, i only have one gift: / surviving a horror movie with my song”
Read MoreHistorically, the terror of beauty has been released inside of the psyches of women––to be legible as a woman is to be beautiful. We have learned to develop a legibility, a legitimacy, and a twisted agency predicated on the specific labor necessary to create and sustain beauty in the heightened scroll-chaos of Instagram and Twitter.
Read MorePhotography by Joanna C. Valente
Read MoreHer choosing me – a modern magical practitioner – left me with adrenalin rising in my chest. All in good fun. A gruesome history lesson, right? For most, yes, I can see that – one relic of our brutal British past, something we should remember with horror. But for me it brought the cruelty home in a previously unexplored way.
Read MoreShe takes the inherited power of her black femininity, gifted from the one who came before, and her own ability to utilize that power as the slayer, to become the chosen one. “Blk Buffy / the one who destroys things / look at her / she’ll stomp on your pretty packaged life.”
Read More“Silent as a whisper, he ghosts into the hall. No light leaks out from beneath his father’s door, but the boy stands watch, his tiny heart beating in his chest. An hour, a lifetime, an eternity, it seems, and his father begins to snore. The boy moves again.”
Read More“this story is not new. this story never ended. we know this continues by the thousands. these aren’t flukes. these aren’t mass panics. it’s always a systematic destruction.”
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