The Imaginary World of my Life as an 18th Century Dapper Dyke

Seeing myself in Radclyffe Hall, Dykeon Tortured by Queer Pathology In 1899, two years before Radclyffe Hall would use her inherited fortune to clothe herself in tailor-made menswear, my apartment was built in a Dutch settlement then called “The Town of Bushwick.” Though the Brooklyn neighbourhood has now seen over a century of commercialisation, my...

Desire

There was rose quartz all inside the cave. Pink overlapping pink until the eye grew sore. A single witch, shrouded in white tassels, sat quite still on the ground. She slipped her hand into her pouch and quietly laid out five rounded crystals on a tree stump before her. The witch placed a finger on...

The New Saint Catherine

One of the cruelest truths is that not even children are spared from wickedness. They’re not sullied by original sin, but the world’s so bad its depravity has a way of seeping into them. I was shown no mercy and came to be possessed at age eight. This was the blight that would disfigure my...

I Call My Mood Swings Doris & Diana

Doris is the biggest bitch I know. Doris is HOLY FUCK WHAT IF I AXE MURDERED SOMEONE BY ACCIDENT. Doris is there is no way I’m going to hold your baby just in case I drop it, and I would prefer to stay in bed watching 10 seasons of friends on repeat than bathe in...