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.
Love is a journey. And just because it did not exist in one moment does not mean it never can. The perfect dish takes practice, time, and skill. One of my favorite songs growing up was “God Favored Me” by Hezekiah