in·ter·sec·tion·al·i·ty /ˌin(t)ərsekSHəˈnalədē/ noun the interconnected nature of social categorizations such as race, class, and gender as they apply to a given individual or group, regarded as creating overlapping and interdependent systems of discrimination or disadvantage. “through an awareness of intersectionality, we can better acknowledge and ground the differences among us” …

Two years. For nearly two years, it feels like I’ve been gaslit. I remember in the beginning how much we were told that COVID-19 wouldn’t be that serious, it wouldn’t last that long, it would be akin to the common cold and less severe than the flu. I was already…

When I was younger, I would always hear my elders telling me something along the lines of, “forgive so-and-so for you.” And, “If you don’t forgive, you can’t move on.” Whenever I was upset about someone doing me wrong, I was pushed to forgive them and get over it. It…

CW: discussions of emotional abuse It was a little over a year and a half into the relationship. I’d just gotten home from getting a new piercing and I was texting updates on my day. I was so excited. This was something daring and new and I still couldn’t believe…

It had been weeks of the worst flare I’d ever gone through and I was only getting worse. I could barely sit up for more than a few minutes at a time and the fatigue grew more and more each day. I’m used to feeling like death is knocking at…

The chair feels like I’m seated on a cast iron pan set over a fire. The longer I sat, the more I desperately needed to get up. Fidgeting and squirming, constantly repositioning myself, it’s like I could feel every single second in my bones. It feels like I’m being touched…

Doing my hair and getting my hair done has always been a struggle. Back in the days of creamy crack relaxers, head hanging over the kitchen sink, eyes closed tight to keep the shampoo out, and hours of sitting on the floor, squirming and readjusting while my cousin, auntie, the…

Not everything is made for you and that’s an understandably difficult pill to swallow. We live in a world where inaccessibility is the default; where tools that are created to make things easier are heavily scrutinized, deemed “lazy,” and called “useless.” “But ____ is such an easy thing to do…

I’m afraid of death. Petrified of it actually. Having anxiety with intrusive thoughts means that I tend to think about death way more than the average, neurotypical person does, which doesn’t help the fear. …