A response to the nonverbal cues of uncovered women.
I explore all kinds of things that are weird to think about and invite you to join me.
Given the options, I’m glad I don’t fit in. I’m glad I keep my eyes open. I’m glad institutions make my skin crawl, that being in church—or anyplace that feels like a western, Christian, colonized knockoff—doesn’t feel right to me.
I'm sick of hearing people I agree with ask why. You know why. You know why Sweden, and England, and France, and "the academy", and the whole universe wants us to die.
Relationship advice from someone who married the "wrong" girl.
Someone's gotta teach you the Alef-Bet.
Air travel feels impersonal in many ways, but also connects large groups of people to each others' shared fate, if only temporarily. Elizabeth reflects on her moments of solitude, and her stirrings of curiosity mid-air.
It was naive to think that by being more religious I could make the painful situation go away.
This is very hard to have to write. But I do feel like I have to. Even though it’s making me physically ill to do so. Even though you already know how the story ends.