Self-Love Isn’t a Fantasy
Where was my fairy godmother when I didn't feel magical on bleak days? Growing up, I faced the social pressures that come with being a Black girl, followed by confusing identity crises, and severe emotional repression. Basically…
Reading to Freedom: K4fia’s Abolitionist Book Club
Abolition theory can be both intimidating and confusing — how can we continue to function if we abolish every system we currently live under? While theorists and activists are continuously figuring out the pragmatics of abolition…
How Burlesque Helped Me Fall In Love With My Body
The cafe tables of Glad Day, the queer bookstore in the heart of Toronto’s gay village, have been rearranged into a semi-circle facing the wall across from the bar, blank except for three letters cut out of neon yellow construction paper: F A T…
A Slow Recovery From Creative Burnout
A journal entry I jotted down while on my 15-minute break two years ago: “I still feel depleted in my bones, lungs and soul after drinking an entire pot of coffee. I yearn to create like I once did many moons ago – immersed in creative flow…
Prioritizing Platonic Relationships in a Culture of Loneliness
As a demiromantic person, my friends mean the world to me. I love them, I cherish them, and as the found family trope espouses, they really have become like siblings to me over the years. I’m very happy being single and…
The Road Back to Love After Heartbreak
“Plenty of fish in the sea.” It’s a phrase we’ve all heard after a breakup. While the sentiment is often well-intended and optimistic, embarking on your journey to “catch” your next lover can be daunting. After my last breakup, I felt…