All that I’ve learned about feminism and its intersectionality, pitfalls, and successes can be distilled into a visit to my neighborhood beauty parlour. You know the kinds. You’ve been to one too; the types with no fancy frills or single-use wax sticks. The one where there’s no concept of disposable ‘gowns’ for you to wear….

float your gods on me

I read a poem last week, some real hot take on the military state of whiteness, that took the juice out of words to keep them young and blotted the lftovrs w cultrl refrncs made to blueprint the base of operations, made to unmask the latest imitation, ordered with just enough private education to reveal…