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In snapshots rich with details, Jenna Swisher chronicles the daily microaggressions and misunderstanding of bisexuality, inhabiting the liminal space of sexuality that most don’t think exists. The Art of Being a Unicorn leaves you with more questions than answers, and hungry for what could have been, in the best way possible.
Read MoreI want to paint a picture of someone who does not define themselves as aromantic or asexual. Just simply contented to be alone at this stage in life.
Read MoreIt puzzles me - the concept of belonging has always filled me with some combination of dread and hope. The ghost of this thought follows me everywhere with her bloody feet, persistent and quiet, save for one word:
where?
Read MoreWith every mile I put between me and the fire, I felt safer and calmer.
Read MoreIt’s taken me years to come to terms with my experiences. Because for years I thought I deserved to be treated the way he treated me. That my body truly made me undesirable, unlovable, and that his expressed feelings toward me were natural, that they were not his fault.
Read MoreI've always admired people who share their hearts without hesitation. I hold on to mine for dear life.
Read MoreFrom 2016 on, I plan to continuously express my gratitude in the warmest way: By loving a Black woman.
Read MoreIt’s three in the morning and Donald Trump is the president-elect of the United States. We are both poor sleepers, always and forever but tonight especially, and I am reasonably certain she’s awake when I press my lips to her spine and tell her I love her for the first time.
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