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ON TIME

Our bodies are a clock. Right here and now, always. Time is proportion, time is scale, timing is everything. Time passes. The MC is on the mic, gentlemen. And you…

INTERVIEW WITH MARI LUZ ESTEBAN

Mari Luz Esteban is a feminist anthropologist who studies the body and human emotions. She teaches at the Universidad del País Vasco (UPV/EHU), where she is also a mentor for…

I DO NOT PERFORM MY GENDER – I PERFORM MY BODY, AND MY BODY IS A PROSTHESIS FOR EVERYTHING I DO DESIRE

I don’t see a prosthesis as a replacement for something missing, but rather as an adaptive mechanism for the environment. Let’s think in a parallel between the variables 1 and…

LO-FI CHERRY’S PORNOGRAPHIC IMAGINATION

We can all agree on the fact that sexuality is something like nuclear energy. It’s dangerous, it’s incredibly powerful and even in our progressive society there are elements still regarded…

‘does this haircut make me look like i can handle reality’

‘the origin of anxiety,’ oil on canvas, 2014 sexy tumblr my friend found a sexy photo while searching for [something] on my laptop, once he put it in…

TWO TINY FOOD-RELATED LOVE POEMS

#1 I’m thankful that you are not a health food product, I don’t want to choke you down. You can be the morning smoothie for when I’m bad I’ll…

A black and white image of a rumpled bed with white sheets and a floral duvet thrown to the side. The white pillow has another darker pillow peeking out from underneath, and a bright window is behind the bed. The wrinkle pattern in the fabric is most heavily emphasized. A paper with text printed on it is on the far corner of the bed.

RELEARNING LOVE

During Coven’s Feminist Conqueerors exhibition, I co-hosted a discussion about queer femme experiences, and I’m not exaggerating in the slightest when I say that it changed my life. This has…

EVERYBODY WANTS TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE

There, some thoughts on the matter. Miscellaneous. Everyone wants to say something about love, don’t we? love is the most perfect form of social repression if god was…

MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE

I am entering the adult age when I understand that no one will be able to do anything for my happiness: not my mother or my father, or society, or…

VAGINAL DISCHARGE AND OTHER MYSTERIES

When I got my period for the first time, I was wearing my favorite 101 Dalmatians panties. Although I hit puberty in the era before Internet, I was well aware…