Intersectionality Stories

A draft history of inter sectional effects of colonialism, America's music industry, and Hip Hop.

Foreword These are a collection of thoughts I have concerning every subject that makes up this experience we call life. I'll try to keep this entry ongoing because that's what life is, an ongoing experience. If you want me to talk about a certain subject/topic and want to know my perspective on it, feel free to ask me or message me your suggestions. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy. Life is made up of different experiences. Life is also different depending on the different people it is experienced by. Our hardships can be very similar or vastly different from each other, but one underlying value we should adhere to is understanding. I describe myself as Catholic, Chicano, queer, and a younger brother. Now, I don't know how many of you can identify the same as me but all of these adjectives carry different stereotypes, leading to varied responses. However, I would like to share my views on an and all subjects because understanding serves as a basis to love and respect one another in the recent turmoil the world is in. Each topic I decide to discuss about, I guarantee, will be composed with the upmost attention and sincerity. Hopefully I can bring a new perspective and/or better understanding of these topics through my own experiences.

An analysis of how ideas of race, class and species intersect within the Harry Potter series.

This isn't a love story, it's a story about deep passionate intersectionality. Where people thought paths would never reach, stories would never cross, and a bond that has yet to be known. just two complete strangers living in a world of their own. Both having ups and downs, struggles, and dealing with adversities of life. Eve is an 18-year-old girl from Philadelphia who lives with a heart too open for her own good. Though her mind is often heavy with the weight of hazardous tendencies due to her borderline personality disorder, her spirit remains generous. She is thoughtful, articulate, and endlessly kind. She moves through life with a quiet understanding of people, no matter their background or story. Alexander, a 33-year-old man from Tianjin, carries his own regrets. After years of working in Beijing to satisfy his parents and others, he finds himself trapped in a factory job that drains him. Yet within his gentle soul burns a longing for more. On a humid August evening, their paths cross, and everything changes. Eve sees in him a softness the world had forgotten. Alexander sees in her a truth he never knew he needed. Together they find beauty in their differences and courage in their shared humanity. Beneath the same sky, two souls meet not by chance but by fate. So we may began..

Fictional journal entries of a young adult woman dealing with depression and anxiety. Walk with Ainsley as she deals with her day-to-day life living with the depression and anxiety and ADD. As Ainsley interacts more with the world around her, she learns about different struggles different people have and her views become shaped in the process. The purpose of this story is to give a real and tangible feel of actual problems readers face in their own lives and will allow them to feel included and represented and hopefully will I've a bit of smile to their day.

Feminist essays, thoughts, and ideas.

I'm totally looking for feedback here. Warning f-bombs. _________________________________________________ @}->-- Charlie is a person going through some changes, zie works hard, goes to school, and stays in the shadows as much as possible. Til zie saw a transcendent slam poet. The poet speaks Charlie's truth in ways that seem beyond coincidence. But it looks like everyone in the room is also having their truth told. The moms are old Women Loving Women Lavender Menace lesbians. They mean well and are really good people, but typical of parents, they don't see beyond their own idea of what a kid should be. Charlie wants to say a few words: About the zie and zir shit. Sorry, I know it sucks and it makes you have to work harder and all but fuck if I know what else the narrator should call me. Some people call me she, fuck that. I never did see that as me. But I am also not he... yet. So this zie bullshit seems to work for the narrator, he or she wanted to say "he or she" to mean me. Fuck, what? No. So, when I talk to you I will not use those PC whatever words and then when he or she talks about me he or she will use zie and zir. Zie is like she or he. Zir is like his or hers. You'll live, buck the fuck up.

This is a Slam poetry about intersectionality.

for blossom.

hi, so this is an essay i wrote when i was 14, and i thought other people might be interested or want to know more about the topic so yeah, here it is :) if you have any questions or anythng just pm me and ill be sure to answer (...eventually (lol, sorry im not very active)) also please dont steal- take credit for my work, i worked hard on this

A book full of angry black feminist op-eds and rants written by this black girl so keep your misogynoir to yourself ✨ i am not a teacher so please don't ask me teach you or educate you... google is free✨

Hi. My name is Ronin and I will give my first perspective. • This is a collection of short stories centered on LGBTQA+ issues.

❝ America. Land of the free. Free, at least, if you're a man. Certainly not free for me. Born a girl, the past twenty-three years of my life have been plagued by living in the shadow of men. I'm not allowed to drive. I'm not allowed to vote. I'm not even allowed to be seen out in public without a little silver ring on my left hand that says, "Hey, world, I'm waiting." ❞ Flash forward to 2089, and American women have lost majority of their rights. They are no longer allowed to drive; no longer allowed to vote. This is done all under the political slogan of, "It's what's best for them!". Of all the rights to have been taken away, the right to choose who you love and to love them publicly has also been stripped bare. And if they do so? They are jailed and only allowed out when they accept to wed the hand of a stranger. Dylan Lewis has been in the slammer for about half a year now. She made the mistake of falling in love and wound up hurt. Instead of accepting the marriage proposal of some random man, she has chosen to never let another person into her heart. But there's just something about the new prison guard, Kai, that perplexes her. But is he worth what little shred of freedom the government claims she has left? 𝐓𝐖 | This novel, while classified as a romance, also acts as a social commentary. As such, several social injustices are mentioned throughout, included but not limited to ab*se, r*pe, v*olence, poverty, discrimination, etc. Please remember to always practice self-care and self-love. If you need to put this book down in order to stomach the negative world these two lovebirds are stuck in, please do. Your mental health is more important.

a letter to my oppressors, in poetic form

I'm just sayin' what's on my mind.

Feminism is confusing. A lot of people have complicated relationships with it, so here I am to do my best to start a discussion about it. I do not claim to be an expert about any of these topics, these are just my opinions and views on the many aspects of feminism and gender equality. Thanks for reading!

Just a short poem book of all things that have black and white sides to it. This is heavily inspired by the #000000 #FFFFFF mixtape by The Neighbourhood.