A Revolutionary Year
The sound of shattering glass breaks through the early morning hours. Neon city lights flash across silhouettes in the street....
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Self-Reflection: Queer Thoughts from a Brown Xicana
In light of recent events, I write to you from the perspective of a Queer Xicana Feminist. Today marks June...
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You Can’t Title It: When?
I'm inside outbackwardsforwardsRaw to the bone. Don't touch meDon't come closeBreathing is excruciating. There are screamsSo many screams . ....
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