Love language – Diana Dupu
To my grandparents I didn’t want to marry him. I refused to look at him or answer any of his questions. Mom pinched, prodded and kicked me under the table. My skin turned purple in several places. “Look alive, you…
Julia Sleeping
This club is packed, the smoke machines make it hard to breathe. I babysit a bottle of Henny while Julia holds her new girlfriend’s waist with an all too familiar tenderness. The music is loud and nondescript. It cannot stop…
Colectiva CUTRA: „Dacă începi să înțelegi că toate opresiunile sunt conectate, ești deja pe calea cea bună”
Când am deschis pentru prima dată un număr al revistei CUTRA, senzația de defamiliarizare a fost copleșitoare. Mă obișnuisem cu reviste care nu se avântă în explorări cuprinzătoare și empatice ale lumii marginale și underground. Era deja un automatism perceptual…
Diana Dupu – Poems
The F Word I love women who say They’re not feminists Because they want men to like them Women who say Feminism is bullshit And then move on Meek & muted Have you ever wondered how much Your sensibilities have…
