I’m learning to acknowledge the love that I still feel for my mom, even if it is technically in conflict with my palpable resentment of her. TW/CW: this essay discusses family trauma and mentions emotional and physical abuse. May is an extremely
There is a whole world of possibility to be found in queerplatonic relationships. We do not have to, nor should we, stifle ourselves or our capacity for variant, multifaceted expressions of love. By Sherronda J. Brown Throughout my life, many things and
I used to believe that displaying any kind of vulnerability—particularly love, which I believe to be the pinnacle of radical softness—meant getting hurt. By Clarkisha Kent Trauma has made me a cold bitch. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Healing is a messy journey, and journeys—sometimes long and unbearable—do always lead to a destination. My favorite album by Beyoncé is Lemonade. A Black Southern gothic masterpiece, the album is an ode to Black women who experience heartbreak, who mourn, who