I’m Not Lonely, I Just Miss My Friends
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I’m Not Lonely, I Just Miss My Friends

Cristina Afonso’s piece gently explores the feelings of nostalgia and change that come with moving away from home. Through small, familiar moments—like late-night chats in a McDonald’s parking lot—she reflects on how leaving can shape who we become.

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Online Dating Isn’t Fun Anymore
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Online Dating Isn’t Fun Anymore

Kennedy Smith unpacks the rising disillusionment with dating apps among Millennials and Gen Z. Drawing from personal experience, survey data, and expert commentary, she explores the emotional toll of digital dating, the erosion of real-life social spaces, and the loneliness exacerbated by a lack of accessible Third Places.

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Autism Acceptance
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Autism Acceptance

In their deeply personal and powerfully reflective essay, Summer Smith explores their journey of self-diagnosing as autistic, recounting formative experiences of social isolation, sensory sensitivity, and the exhausting need to mask in neurotypical spaces.

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These Roots Need Room to Grow
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These Roots Need Room to Grow

Forest Knight reflects on their time working at a nature camp in rural Ohio, where they discovered both the beauty and challenges of outdoor education in a deeply flawed, sexist, and toxic work environment. Despite the personal and professional toll it took, they learned invaluable lessons about leadership, advocacy, and the importance of creating workspaces that support rather than drain you.

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Defrosting
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Defrosting

A personal essay about what winter has meant to our contributor, Summer Smith, up until recently, what the coming of spring means, and letting the cool in-between be a soothing transition.

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Dollar Schnapps and Jell-O Shots
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Dollar Schnapps and Jell-O Shots

This literary journalistic piece by Maggie Herrera delves into the first-hand account of a local queer bar and drag show venue based in Savannah, Georgia in the midst of drag show bans being announced across the United States in the Spring of 2023.

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Mothers, Daughters, and the Mirror Between Them
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Mothers, Daughters, and the Mirror Between Them

Cristina Afonso reflects on the deeply intricate and universal nature of mother-daughter relationships through the lens of powerful films and literature. Inspired by Greta Gerwig’s Lady Bird, it explores themes of identity, independence, and the tension between love and resentment.

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Disabled and Existing (Simultaneously)
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Disabled and Existing (Simultaneously)

A think piece on the impacts ableism has on mental and therefore physical health (both in America and worldwide) today– including BIPOC and/or LGBTQIA+  disabled people’s thoughts and experiences, an ongoing pandemic, the forgotten disabled people in natural disasters, the challenges of Section 504 and DEI and what they mean, and inclusive resources.

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Girl in the Bathroom
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Girl in the Bathroom

When I go to the club, I embrace the girlhood I am met with. I am not a woman, but I was raised one. I am not a woman, but I was a girl once. I know the girl codes of conduct and I know the club bathroom rules.

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Navigating Identity: The Complexities of Passing, Code-Switching, and Belonging
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Navigating Identity: The Complexities of Passing, Code-Switching, and Belonging

Embarrassment felt a lot like overexposure. Like one of those dreams where you realize midway through your presentation you aren’t wearing pants and everyone is laughing at you. Only I wasn’t dreaming and thankfully I had my pants on. I was in the Publix parking lot and my dad’s hand was stretched out to me. He wanted me to hold it. I wanted to disappear. I hated the stares we would get by holding hands. My small black hand in his large white one. 

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