HYSTERIA stands against the American leadership of today. We stand against a system that does not produce viable alternatives. That said, today incurred a change. We are now encountering the apparent and unabashed embodiment of already existing mortal structures becoming explicit.Read More
I’m sitting next to him. I’m capturing the moment. He’s sniffing at my fingers.
He says: Would you like to come over?
I say: Yes, yes, yes.
A frail woman who raised her children,
With the anger of her dispossession
She wore her dress obeying the tradition
And mocking men who failed.Read More
I met the Teacher three years ago on a street in central Bucharest where she was trying to attract customers. Some of my friends lived on the same street and one evening they had a party with loud music, which led the neighbours to call the police.Read More
A collection of cartoons by Mir Suhail QadiriRead More
« C’est sale ici », nous dit Gloria. J’entends Romain, à nos côtés, sourire de la remarque. Le sourire d’un gars convaincu que si l’on veut parvenir à ce que des individus s’autogèrent, il faut laisser exister ce désordre jusqu’à ce qu’ils s’en saisissent.Read More
From the emergence of classic rock in 1970’s Botswana, metal music has since become a prolific feature in Botswana’s Music scene.Read More
Walking into the theatre, I knew that there would be no separation between performers and audience. As people came in not knowing where to stand, sticking to the edge of the room, the performers were dancing, dotted around the space.Read More
The danger I’m seeking everyday undoes me in literal forms. Everything is false. I don’t know where I am or if I’m alive. My insides start concealing followed by an oppressive emptiness; some sort of machine keeps me alive, pumping air into me.Read More
He says you’re confused I think he means your anger isn’t
ideological in each moment he seems clear he
wants justiceRead More
The man on the radio is talking about the centre of the universe. He says imagine ants on an inflating balloon. The ants are stuck to the balloon. We should not worry about ethics.Read More
Ecuador, 17 April, 2016
Dedicated to the lives of the victims of the earthquake
it wasn’t the first time the earth moved under our feetRead More
starfishing. staring at elongated panes of yellow light racing across emulsioned white plains. traversing gaping fissures. staring as the mixture of blood and saliva pools at the back of my throat.Read More
A building, a pattern of bodies
A divide always implicit
In this place, explicit
Like a borderRead More
If we accept that not all trans women are (trans)feminine.
If we accept that not all trans feminine people are trans women.
If we accept that not all feminine people are women.Read More
“Because we were told to be Black and Proud until that meant holding hands,
That we could march on the streets as long as our heels are at homeRead More
After I graduated from college and became engaged with digital modes of communication, I started writing for online Indian youth publications – primarily on gender, culture, politics and feminism.Read More
I’m a tramp, a tart, a whore, a slut. I clear my throat and repeat this with more vigour. I laugh because I don’t give a fuck anymore. A name, what’s my name? I forget, and I don’t care.Read More
BY OLYA VAN SAANERead More
Neurosis and psychosis went for a walk:
Abandoning the holy family, their names, their town, their lives, an incision into histories, in the stars with the minerals and trash of strangers.