I have spent years learning and unlearning what it means to be Diné and to be Queer and to be Trans in this world—this world that denied me First Woman’s gift. Now I am reclaiming this gift.
Australian indigenous music has existed for 40,000 years and is still widely performed.
All stories, as they reach their end, are sad.
The rain comes; the night falls; Malone dies alone.
“Once upon a time there was an old woman. Blind but wise.” Or was it an old man? A guru, perhaps. Or a griot soothing restless children. I have heard … Continue reading →
A king dearly loved his son and hoped he would some day become king. One day the young prince suddenly took off all his clothes, got down on his hands … Continue reading →