The Jenny
The Jenny
Learning to eat in America
I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about what I eat. Sometimes, as a thought experiment, I try to imagine what I would do if I didn't live in America. If I instead lived somewhere where I didn’t have to worry what other people thought about how I looked. But I can’t really imagine […]
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A note on fear and yearning
For me, being queer has been an experience defined by fear and yearning. The fear is of being attacked for what I am, the yearning is for an undefined “more” that I don’t think I’ll ever obtain. These two forces make themselves known in my day-to-day life, trading off on dominance. Did I bike to […]
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Are you there, God? It’s me, Megan
The week before I left for school this summer, my best friend told me, “I had a dream that Evelyn got her first period last night.” Evelyn is my best friend’s nine-year-old sister. I don’t remember a lot about the scary time of puberty, but the part that I do remember is that I was […]
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Hungry … and not for food
Pounding music, intoxicants, a flurry of T-shirts and shorts — two people’s eyes meet across the room. They may not have come to that party that night to meet someone, but they won’t turn it down, either. After dancing and a few rounds of embarrassing karaoke, arms wrap around waists, lips find lips, and bodies […]
