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June 5, 2011

Happy Finals Week Y’all!

Also, congratulations to everyone who is about to graduate! In love and solidarity (and finals week stress), Maggie


April 18, 2011

we never capitalized our i’s

a, s, i, wi, we, she, he, they, them, me. sasha for long, and aparajeeta for longer. “Hey you” for short, and a smile for shorter. Growing up, i was never called by my given name, always by sasha. It seemed to fit better than “someone who can’t be defeat,” someone whom i never felt…


March 12, 2011

stuck between a sandwich and a queer place

I was a bender from the start: letting my female playmates choose their imaginary personas first, knowing very well they would hop on the opportunity to clinch the “the girl”, “the mom”, “the damsel in distress”, just so I could subtly flex my inner masculinity. Somebody had to be “the boy”, it might was well…


March 11, 2011

Top 10 Queer Things to Do During Week 10 & Finals

10. Read the Q Center Blog People! 9.  Ribbon Dance! 8.  Search for the University of Washington and other nouns on f**k yeah nouns 7.  Decolonize your mind 6.  Watch and/or re-enact re-runs of Glee on Hulu 5.  Reminisce about the sold-out and AMAZING GBLTC Drag Show 4.   Revisit this oldie but a goodie…


February 25, 2011

if it walks like a man, if it talks like a man, if it smells like a man…

Dear questioner of my vagina’s existence, It was a fine snowy evening when I walked into the “women’s bathroom” on the second floor of Mary Gates Hall. I had just finished my favorite class, Bioengineering Research, and a 32 oz bottle of Rain Berry Gatorade. Hoping to avoid “spilling my lemonade” on the one hour…


February 21, 2011

culturally queer

My parents never forget to remind of their good intentions: “We say this because we love you.” But with so much of my life hidden from their peripheries, I wonder if they can fathom the thought of their little girl standing up on her own two feet and taking charge of her own life. When…


February 11, 2011

the smallest minority

True story: Waiting for the bus one morning, I overheard a mama talking to her 5 year old daughter: “There are so many different kinds of people in the world, right baby?” Chewing a mouthful of cold smore poptarts, she nods. “There are big people, there are little people, there are mama people, and daddy…