A dead friend. An orphaned novel. An escape to the playground on the Spree.
By Travis MushettOn forcing 738 high school seniors to share a drink they call loneliness.
By Lindsay Zoladz"There was, for me (and perhaps most transgender guys), an unspoken need for hormones to be a kind of miracle cure."
By John Chapman"It took me two to three years to say that I was aboriginal. But before then, I felt something akin to closeted."
By Zong-ru PanIn the Nevada desert and the psych wards of New York City, a man tries to live with his madness rather than have it bludgeoned out of him.
By Jeffrey Goines"The cap’s all smudged with dusty fingerprints; it’s a dirty looking thing. It’s just like they said it would be in DARE."
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