Kay’s Story: I’m Genderfluid

I’m Genderfluid. What does that mean? Well it means that sometimes I feel like a different gender than the one I was born assigned to (male), and sometimes I feel…

Love Yourself In the Writing Ebbs

My eyes pry themselves open at 8 am, then shut again. Just 9 more minutes. Just hit the snooze. That snooze becomes 10 and soon enough I’m dragging myself out…

A Tale of Two Dead Mothers

Content Warning: This article discusses death, violence, torture, and attempted rape, as depicted on these shows. Full spoiler warning for all seasons of Black Sails and Into the Badlands. A…

Grimdark and the Daemon Ex Machina

This is it, the movie is almost over. With only ten minutes left in the film, the hero is literally hanging by their fingertips from the edge of a building.…

Nothing can Prepare You for the World

My mother is borderline. Just writing this sentence down makes me shake a little. I know it, I’ve talked to other people about it, but...what if she reads it? What if somehow she finds this anonymous piece and connects it? What kind of a horrible daughter am I for even putting this out into the ether? My mother is borderline, and I still never know what to do with it. How to navigate. It was something I didn’t even figure out or have the language to put to it until I turned 20. I suppose in writing this, my hope is that maybe just one person can find the language they need to begin healing. Or to feel some sort of validation. Because...it’s one of the most empirically confusing experiences. If anyone is reading this who’s borderline themselves, by the way, please don’t think of it as a condemnation. My mother is very unaware of her effect on others, and not particularly able to work on herself. Please understand I’m writing from a place of childhood scars, and perhaps in explaining them, it can provide us all with more tools at our disposal for creating positive relationships. I guess that’s another hope I have from this.

Homophobia Shouldn’t Be the Default

We have, as a nation, made great strides toward equality for the queer community, yet explicit and latent homophobia is still a problem in our society. That our media reflects…

Top Ten Ladies of the Star Wars Comics

It all started innocently enough with the Star Wars: Princess Leia comics. Let me back up a bit. I’ve never considered myself a huge Star Wars nerd. I mean, I…

The Suffering Empath Is My All Time Favorite Trope

Summer is a time for reflection. There aren’t a lot of shows on TV, so there’s more time for sitting back and analyzing the pieces of media I love. (What,…

A Quiet Passion Burns Brightly

Last night, on a whim I went to see Terence Davie's indie film A Quiet Passion, about the life of Emily Dickinson at my local Sundance theater, and was completely blown away. I'd read a couple of reviews online, so I knew to expect witter banter, lyrical recitations of Dickinson's poetry, and a look at Dickinson's relationship with her family and religion. What I did not expect was how much I would feel watching it. I laughed my way through the first half and cried my way through the second. I haven't experienced that kind of catharsis in a long time. First of all, the film is hilarious. It capture the clever, irreverent charm of Emily Dickinson and her siblings in a way I've never seen translated to screen. The dialogue is masterfully written and superbly acted. Most of us familiar with Emily know her through her poetry, which has led to a perception of her as morose and somber. Her reputation as a recluse who never left her house in later years rounds out the picture of a sad, isolated woman who probably felt little joy and was likely decidedly dull. Yet, her letters reveal her as a highly intelligent and witty woman with a remarkable sense of humor and light about her that, once recognized, shines through in her poetry as well. [caption id="attachment_273" align="aligncenter" width="630"] I want to be bffs with these ladies and snark with them all day. Pictured (left to right): Vryling Buffam, Emily Dickinson, and Vinnie Dickinson.[/caption]