This is the letter I wrote to Hillary Clinton after the election.
Read MoreIt’s awful that a scale of discrimination even exists.
Read MoreWith every mile I put between me and the fire, I felt safer and calmer.
Read MoreThe "Me, Too" campaign acts as a reminder that avoidance perpetuates and normalizes assault and harassment. Again, victims are expected to put a voice and a face to their pain and hope they are believed.
Read MoreWho is she? Just a girl you knew in elementary school who has become some sort of Instagram celebrity. And for doing what, you ask? She’s just a pretty girl, and Instagram loves pretty girls.
Read MoreNo one has to tell a child specifically that what they look like isn’t adorable enough – they learn it in other ways.
Read MoreAfter an assessing interview, the man politely told me that I was to be taken to hospital (a “good place”, I was assured).
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 MoreIt’s not just that I belong to multiple oppressed groups; it’s that I feel as if I don’t fit into any one of them.
Read MoreOur product is not only owned by the non-laboring elite, it is hardly even tangible, even to those who consume it, even to ourselves. Who would mourn our loss if those owners, those who alienated us from our work, decided once again to take our livelihoods away?
Read MoreWhen you left, you wrote that no one would mourn your loss. That it wouldn't make an impact. That you'd pass out of the world as anonymously as you'd entered it. You were wrong.
Read MoreAs I help my clients, I realize how far I have come in my own journey.
Read MoreThe performance went by fast. Each step, each flourish, each kick felt invigorating. Me inside my body, a home I often leave vacant in a world constantly attempting to ransack me.
Read MoreI lingered near the doorway of their room, too unsure of myself to ask if I should come in. The rainbow flag draped over a wall caught my eye. The sight of something so decidedly Not Straight made me feel less nervous, or at least confident enough to come inside.
Read MoreI had learned from a very young age that my father was an angry man.
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