Humanity
Tiny Little Male-Friend Moments
Watching Bill Cosby be convicted was, for many of us, one of the few shining moments of hope in a very sad chain of disappointments in the fight against sexual violence. In light of the news of him being set free, I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling triggered.
By Bonnie Joy Sludikoff5 years ago in Confessions
Yellow
It’s much worse now. You never think it can be much worse, but it is a little - a little more each day. Your momentary shock glazed over by a necessary calm, a forced calm as you get about the business of living through each 24-hour cycle. You escape to indifference, you swallow that soundbite, you turn away from that conversation. You shut down your senses to the point of isolation and plugging your ears so that you do not lash out and yourself become the object of scorn.
By Rain on the Roof 5 years ago in Confessions
Napkins
I’ve sat here all night trying to figure out what to say to you. And still, I am too shy. So I write my words on the back of this napkin, hoping that it stays long enough for you to notice. Not that I should be using a napkin anyway - although, it can’t get any worse, can it? The environment, I mean.
By Lillian Beane5 years ago in Confessions
A Grifter’s story
I am a grifter. What is a grifter you ask? Someone who operates a side show at a circus fair etc. where is my show playing? Here, now, this is my platform, YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, Vocal, and any other where people of earth gather and spout nonsense. Words are my jam, and for me visuals too.
By Jennifer Yarborough 5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Confused Lesbian
Dear Readers, I have decided to write a memoir about my experience as a confused lesbian. Throughout my journey of discovering my sexuality, I also discovered many other illuminating facts about myself. This memoir has been a journey within itself, as well as a process in cathartic healing. My aim is to provide humor and relevance. This is a raw rough draft and you all are my Beta readers. I would appreciate any feedback. I anticipate releasing a few paragraphs at a time - like a serial magazine/newspaper story.
By Eliza Martin5 years ago in Confessions
How I ran away to America at 16 but got detained, institutionalised & trapped in the system for months
I dragged my suitcase along a lengthy dark street a little after 5AM. The vicious bark of a dog suddenly filled the air. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I felt comforted by the wired fence that separated us and I continued ahead. This was it. I’m going. I don’t care. It was September 7th 2009. I was sixteen years old.
By Life5 years ago in Confessions
My first Publish Here
May 15, 2036: Its been 17 years since the global impact. A new world, although, personally, I’d experienced the new millenniac’s in 1999? This was different, a pandemic of millennial demand!? Corona virus or Covid19, that’s how they announced it in 2019. I had heard so many accounts of what it was, that I started to disbelieve the news. (Let me tell you, I watched news regularly until then.) But they went to the worst, it became so big, and so viral, they had to chose. And “Wipe Out” was a small part of our current exhile that I am standing in. It’s 2036.
By Melanie Jock5 years ago in Confessions
As a Black Woman, I am Horrified by Canada's Residential Schools
I didn’t understand the land acknowledgments. At a live show. At a school event. At Fan Expo. When I first heard speakers take a moment to acknowledge the Indigenous groups who occupied Toronto, I thought it was an act of vanity.
By Shamona Pretz5 years ago in Confessions
