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Navigating my queer identity

As a queer, non-binary woman, I don’t have strong opinions about queer culture.Continue...

Lessons from first year: growth isn’t achieved inside your comfort zone

As the only woman in my family to attend University in a double degree program, I spent a long time idealizing the experience.Continue...

Learning to accept my sexuality

As a young girl, I found women beautiful.Continue...

Never not loving immensely: Learning to express my love in the face of tragedy

The story behind how I learned that life is too short and unpredictable to not show the people you love that you treasure them.

In January of 2017, I felt like I was drowning.Continue...

Last Words

When I first stepped into the Journal office, it wasn’t nearly a perfect fit. The floors were covered in a respectable layer of dust and the couches reeked of cigarette smoke. I’ve now spent three years here, losing sleep over all the ways we could be better, wanting to take a breath.Continue...

Leaving law school and my guilt behind

I was thirteen years old when I performed my first magic trick. All I had to do was say the words “law school” to my parents, and they’d transform into different people. The perpendicular worry-lines which marked my mother’s forehead softened. My father smiled.Continue...

Mourning my almost-lives

In Nairobi, the ghosts of all the women I could have been cascaded in and out of my body.Continue...

Rediscovering my love for music in adulthood

At the age of four, I first picked up a violin and started learning the language of music as an extension of my self-expression.Continue...

I’m both a journalist and a philosopher, and my work is better for it

As I approach the end of my graduate coursework, I’ve been trying to find the words to define what my time as a philosophy student has taught me.Continue...

Abortions, apathy, and forcing empowerment

On Feb. 1, I took a pregnancy test in a campus bathroom.Continue...

Starting to fall in love with my Blackness

Racism is inescapable.Continue...

Fighting mental health stigma starts from within

Growing up, the only time I can remember learning about mental health was through my hockey association’s charity.Continue...

Finding a language I can call my own

Ever since my family immigrated to Canada, I’ve been trying to find the perfect balance between Russian, the language of my family, and English, the language of my new home.Continue...

In an industry gatekept by nepotism and whiteness, I have to seek my own creative catharsis

No matter where I go, I see media reflecting a society that centers on whiteness, no matter how “inclusive” they claim to be.Continue...

Trying to lose my virginity shattered my views on sex

The night I lost my virginity, things didn’t go the way I’d planned.

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Restructuring my relationship with food

The way I look was one of the only sources of control I had over my life.Continue...

Parting with my roots is more difficult than I expected

In April of 2019, I moved back to Prince Edward County for the final time.Continue...

‘Red’ grew up with me in ‘Taylor’s Version’

When the original version of Red was released, I was in middle school.Continue...

Letting go of my fears of the world ending

I spent my childhood waiting for the world to end.

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I’m going to stop performing my queerness for validation

I experience an enormous amount of pressure to perform my queerness to the perfect rhythm.Continue...

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