At 36, I was diagnosed with a brain tumour while overworked in the unstable world of academia—sometimes when systems fail, they fail all at once.

I might be, in many ways, a different person now than when I signed up for Ashley Madison more than a decade ago. And yet, I can't escape reminders of the ways in which I may be very much the same.

Borders don’t really exist. They’re imaginary spaces, semi-porous membranes whose only power is collectively imbued by the citizens and governments they separate. They can also be opportunities.

When it comes to erotic work by female authors, users on critical online forums can have trouble separating artists from their art.

Ada encounters an anglerfish and a mysterious agreement is reached.

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