Arts & Culture
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Black, Trans, & Still Breathing
By KOKUMO it all started in a slave-ship the belly of a beast whose appetite your ancestors could neva’ satisfy but that didn’t...
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Take Me to the Water
By Amari Xolá Rasin Think about the consciousness and memory of water and how it mirrors our body and attachment to memory The waters...
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some call it a comeback
By SA Smythe some call it a comeback i just got back & already feel the need to time travel again. not the way that...
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Casting Prayers for Survival: Towards a Black Trans Theology
By J Mase III Who taught you how to pray? To conjure? To worship? To manifest? What was the context and intention? I was 11...
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An Introduction: When Remembering Forgets, What Forgetting Remembers
#TransMultitudes An Introduction By CeCe McDonald, Kai M. Green, and Treva C. Ellison This year for Trans Day of Remembrance, we are excited...
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America Taught Me How To Forget
By Jay-Marie Hill America Taught Me How To Forget america taught me how to forget my name my pain my stories my glories it’s...
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Honoring Chef Yulanda
By Evolve Benton Chef Yulanda chef cooked the meals fed us bois confidence fed us bois freedom This is what black boi life...
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When the Tipping Point Melts
By Lex Kennedy When Lavern Cox graced the May 2014 cover of the TIME magazine “The Transgender Tipping Point” I realized the Black Trans iceberg...
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Fiction: Making Gulab Jamun and Kachori
By Jyothsnaphanija Doctor examines mother-in-law’s pulse, fills home with smell of syringes. You remember playing with syringes, when you were a five year old girl, the...
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A Poem by Jenny Rossi
My face a Band-Aid, ode to insecurity I think the new intern is smarter than me the way a lake is wider than a...
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Photographs from The Aftermath by Paige Megan Hawley
My project, The Aftermath, was my way of coping with the after effects of rape. Each individual photograph reflects in detail what happened...
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On Beauty Under Bathroom Lights
On Beauty Under Bathroom Lights by Kimberly Keplar Cross legged on the floor, below the medicine cabinet mirror and glass shelves that were forever clouded...
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2 poems by Lisa Dordal
Transaction After the prayers were spoken, the hymns sung and your casket closed, we followed you—Father and I— through the courtyard blooms of...
