I’ve been spending a lot of time imagining myself in love scenes. Not always sex scenes, though sometimes, my imagination involves sex, I’m not gonna lie. But mostly, thinking about myself as the heroine of a sprawling love story, or a deeper narrative that feels consequential to the meaning or understanding of womxnhood, regardless of the cliche. …
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HBCU Love, by Lauren Francis Sharma
Of course, Evelyn would bring up the list. Because, inevitably, Evelyn will ask Sanaya about a man. And it won’t be in the way people asked when Sanaya was in her 20s or 30s, it’ll be in the don’t-mean-to-but-have-to-ask way of her 40s. …
Read MoreIn Favor of Romantic Love’s Inevitable Destruction, by Haley Holifield
A Viagra advertisement plays through the radio in the car as my mother asks, “When are you gonna get a man?” I fake focus on the red light avoiding her eye contact from the passenger seat. We’re sitting at the intersection in front of the street where the boy I once loved previously lived. I answer saying, “Look, mom most guys my age don’t even have a skincare routine. They ain’t ready for love.” …
Read MoreTwo Poems, by celeste doaks
A Salute to my Uterus and Blackwomanhood
Like everything else
non-white and woman
the doctor said, it should go. …