Readings

After years struggling with painful vulvodynia, my relationship hit a breaking point. When I finally found help, I had to wonder who I'd be if I had never learned to fear sex.

Searching for where I belong, I find myself cobbling together a sort of mongrel Judaism—half-remembered and syncretic and porous and contradictory and all mine.

I used to laugh at my mother's Russian rituals, but now, I see them as a reminder of a home I'm in danger of forgetting. 

The author of The Lost Girls of Camp Forevermore on summer camps, inexplicit racism and the rarity of male authors who can write believable women characters.

For decades, the two maintained a warm correspondence that traces a remarkable friendship between two of the twentieth century's most formidable women.

David Byrne's first solo album post-Talking Heads helped me come to terms with the languages I lost growing up as a mixed-race kid. 

The author and photographer behind Modern Whore on persona, myth, and “transforming a universal victim into her rightful position as hero.”

Berlin sparked my curiosity about secret spaces, rooms accessible only through hidden doors. But even magic theaters for madmen are more interesting when someone is with you.

For years, police now suspect, a serial killer has been targeting queer men in Toronto. For far longer, the city's queer communities have been insisting authorities take their safety seriously.