In a magical otherland, where people don’t speak but instead join their hands and trace on each others’ palms, the roughness of skin and the size and shape of hands carry meanings like the sounds of voices do on earth. When that world, Traceworld, made a mistake we also made…

Nicky is schizophrenic. In another time and place, Nicky’s clan looked to her for wisdom and spiritual guidance. In today’s bargain, she doesn’t play well in the office. Cue distress. Nicky finds herself incarcerated and/or medicated until her “bad mental health” is beigified beneath pharmaceuticals. …

Othering Newton’s Alchemy — why we do it and what it says about science today Isaac Newton is one of those historical figures we revere as “a father of modern science”. He nerded out on puzzles; like the way light separates into colours through prisms and how objects are pulled towards the earth. As young nerd, I stanned the guy. I was surprised to learn…

A fabric of expectations holds together THE DEAL™ in which we live. We’re expected, for example, to partner with someone of “a different sex” (hetero-normativity). We’re expected to read and respect non-explicit social cues (class-normativity, whiteness & neuro-normativity). And we’re expected to perform genders given to us as children…

It’s exhausting to seek accommodations. Here’s how to make it smoother. — “I am disabled” and “I have X disability” don’t mean what you think they mean. To you they reference ableist norms and practices — the very stuff of late-bootstrap grind culture. But to your interlocutor, they mean something very different. They hear, “something is wrong with me”; and they’re invited…

THIS ARTICLE IS A PARODY !— saying so kinda ruins it, but them’s the rules. Screenshot of the email I recieved is at the bottom of this page. — They’re 20 years old for pete’s sake. You’d all have noticed by now. It’s like when the other one thought they were trans. It only took one serious talk with them to shut that down. Now they’re coming RIGHT AT YOU, asking for “acknowledgement”. Seeking more of your hard earned…

On occasions I need to share space with a safe person in order not to die. — The following paragraphs describe the truth about my suicidal ideation. When I think of killing myself my tethers have broken loose and my lights are out. I am not visited by a spirit; not by the grim reaper, nor melancholy, nor by a medical ghost named “depression”. With my earnest…