Essayist Stories

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...

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

I've been thinking about making a book like this for a while. Basically, I'm really interested in researching different concepts and analyzing them based on pre-establis...

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.