(ALSO, FUCK JEFF SESSIONS!)
Why hello there!
Have you been thinking about how the hell to traverse your political echo chamber while not legitimizing hate-mongering garbage as though it’s a viable opinion and the folks following Trump deserve an equal seat at this table of discourse?
I have. A lot. And while I don’t have a pithy solution — in truth I am having trouble just traversing my sorrow-rage and incredulity that these people exist at all period — I stumbled across an article about persuasion that was quite persuasive…
I also read — in my echo chamber of The New York Times of course! — about a new Twitter plug-in (FlipFeed) created by M.I.T. researchers that replaces your feed with that of a “random, anonymous user of a different political persuasion…”
My belief is that this exposure COULD be a psychological bloodbath and/or highly traumatizing, OR you could conceive of it like you’re belly-down behind enemy lines gleaning vital secrets to undermining the regime. (I have, in fact, a very close friend who is clandestinely monitoring her mother’s email for these very reasons…)
Anyway. Here, as always, is one of the best ways to fight the good fight — the brilliant and raw musings of our Establishment writers.
(Also! Fuck Jeff Sessions I can’t wait till he’s disgraced as Putin’s puppet.)
With love + rage,
Co-founder | Creative Director
What Hateful Sermons Taught Me About Love
By Melanie Brown
My shape eventually turns into fluid and I dissolve into years. I am a blanket of self-inquiry and identity soup. I do not know why things have not worked out with guys or why I am not really attracted to girls. It seems there is more to it, but I do not yet have the insight to pull from the places inside me that don’t move.
By Jes Grobman
In a society that doesn’t value the lives of trans women, where we face so much discrimination and hostility from our peers and from the current presidential administration, where we are told that we are ugly and unlovable, being able to see trans women enjoying their bodies and experiencing pleasure is revolutionary.
By Sarah Hannah Gomez
But we don’t need to talk about sensitivity because everyone is just too darn trigger-warning-happy these days. We need to talk about it because everyone is willfully misunderstanding the value of sensitivity readers in righting some of the wrongs of the apartheid of children’s literature.
By Mari Pack
I want to tell Kay that actually, I’m not an empath, I’m “manic-depressive;” I was diagnosed last June. Before that, I was just a clinically depressed neurotic with an intense anxiety condition. Or something. What we know for sure is that I’m an emotional burnout with a mood disorder, and that I took the medicine because I wanted to stay alive.
I want to stay alive.
By Alicia Barron
Salgado is also a desperately-needed voice in our current political climate. It’s not often that we hear from people who have grown up in this country undocumented. They tend to live in the shadows — but Salgado is ready to make some noise.
THE NEW “SEX BEASTS” COLUMN
(HAPPY FRIDAY INDEED.)
By Katie Tandy
I can’t stop thinking about entering. The beautiful violence and symmetry of thrusting — back and forth, back and forth; to live the rhythm of your own tide. I want to feel myself surrounded.