Essayist Stories

Smells have memories. For me, the smell of coriander can take me back to the past. အနံ့တွေမှာ မှတ်ဉာဏ်တွေရှိတယ်။ ကျွန်မအတွက်တော့ လူကြိုက်နည်းတဲ့ နံနံပင်လေးရဲ့ အနံ့ဟာ ဟိုးအတိတ်က အချိန်တွေဆီ ပြန်ခေါ်သွားနိုင်စွမ်းရှိတယ်။

Times have changed, I have a family of my own. A beautiful house and husband. Life is good. So good it allows me to think about this world with Indigenous lens, a proud "red face" and two red, glittery, magic heels once worn by another certain girl traveling the yellow brick road! Bitch, just kidding. For reals tho, let's talk about that kid, Childish Gambino. Yeah, THIS IS AMERICA. It all started for me when I fell in love with his hit, REDBONE. Shirtless, mad dancing skills, them funkadelic beats and octaves that hit me deep! I love this guy. He is well educated, a filmmaker, a lyricist, a writer... the list goes on. Check out my video's in Chapter 1!

A series of psychologically challenging letters on time, identity, and life. Each of these letters fits on a single sheet of lined paper.

Just a short piece about my experiences of my hypersexuality as a coping mechanism.