“The boy. Where’d he go this time?”
“I know an outsider might think our encounter was hardly an encounter at all—but I had traded some childhood innocence for sharper eyes.”
“Nurse, I think I’d better tell you what happened to me. You seem like a nice guy and I’d like to tell you why I’m in all these bandages. Y’know, to clear things up.”
Before we begin, it is in my interest to inform you: I do not have a penis.
"One night at the beach, gazing off at the pillars, a deep sadness welled up inside him. Nothing he had ever wanted so much felt so out of reach."
"Distance between them and me stretches with this necessarily tangible barrier so that we cannot be ‘us.’ In this distance, I can breathe."
Saam Niami Jalinous
"I fell in love with Joan Didion during my first semester of college, and just as quickly as she filled me with total excitement for the art form of essay writing, she showed me that there’s a lot I have to learn."
How can you deem one life less than because they don’t hold an arbitrary piece of paper labeling them as ‘legal’? How can you deny someone protection, and the safety needed to get an education, because they don’t have these long, intertwined roots that your white ancestors established long ago?
This article contains a personal retelling of sensitive information pertaining to a sexual assault and an attempt to solicit a minor to perform sexual acts. The author is anonymous.
"Speeding along gravel came a cloud of kinetic thunder. Rocks pop-popping off the car’s rusty red underbelly, the engine whirred and groaned and pulsated and trembled.
Isabella FitzGerald Harewood
"The person on the other side of the door was an Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officer. He was looking for one of our friends, who had overstayed his visa by two weeks, and was coming to detain him. That friend was not home, but it didn’t matter.
"The peppery, compact tubes squeezing gently from my pores are the opposite of gross—they are satisfaction, perfection.
“‘I think I’m a ghost.’”
If you have ever read the children’s book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, you might be able to follow along with the formula of If You Give a Few 19-year-olds a Handle of Dirt Cheap Vodka and Some Mixer.