Mort à Deux
During my second year of college, we killed our father. It was his own idea, but it was Charlie’s idea to do it the week before Christmas. Later, I would regret that we hadn’t waited until afterward. Charlie said that Christmas would have depressed the hell out of us regardless and anyway, it was too […] More »
When we disappear
For us acrobats, it was a circus rule to choose our primary apparatus at the age of thirteen. The doors opened to the Big Top and I entered alone. The leftover sawdust on the floor stuck between my toes, the air scented with rain, instead of the usual smells of animal dung and stale popcorn. […] More »
Losing their religion
After leaving the faith, many ex-Mormons need to find community again. Psychedelics offer a way forward
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A love letter to Brown people in Vancouver
During this spike in racism, I hope we look out for each other
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The Gala Date
We met them first near the hot food. The catering staff were serving a dim sum shrimp dumpling on a bed of rice at the near end of the table. The caterers must have brought hundreds of ramekins to the venue that night, there was an endless stream of them, a new one for each […] More »
On the plus side
Rather than relying on fast fashion, fat folks are creating their own clothing economies
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