To Reproduce or Not to Reproduce? That is My Choice
My relationship with birth control, personal experience getting an IUD, and the women who were with me through it all…
Author: Your Magazine
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How I was Radicalized by How To Train Your Dragon
The series is 12 books expounding on the profound immorality of such a system, as well as criticizing the defense of “this is how things have always been done.” Hiccup has to fight against the established system of violence not with the iconic Toothless we know and love from the DreamWorks movies, but with an exceptionally disobedient dragon roughly the size of a Jack Russell Terrier…
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What Brotherhood Means to an Only Child
I’ve often been surprised by how people react when they discover I’m an only child. There’s usually an initial shock, the revelation that I’m more visibly well-adjusted than the stereotypical one. Then, a frown forms as they discern my childhood must have been rather lonely. Where I was lacking in friends, or brothers, I made up for with superheroes…
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Commonwealth Books
Commonwealth Books By nina fauci A visit here feels like a trip down Diagon Alley from Harry Potter; tucked inside a discreet alleyway off bustling Washington Street in the heart…
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Can You DIY a Family?
My father is a narcissist. That’s the simplest way to put it, though it took me years to reach that conclusion—a conclusion the rest of my family still struggles to accept…
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The Waiting Room
In the least deranged way possible, I’m a people watcher—have been since I was a child. I enjoy looking through townhouse windows and listening to dinner conversations. I’m by no means doing it to be creepy, in my mind, it’s an anthropological study into the lives of people around me. An innate trait I use to connect to and understand the world…
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Hoopininity
The day I shaved my head the first thing I noticed were my silver hoops. They hung from my lobes, pulling at the old, loose piercings, stretching them open. I didn’t notice my two ponytails of hair lying limp on the table in my backyard, or my chia head, or the scratchiness the micro hairs left on my back. Those came second, runner-ups to my silver, dangling hoops that were too heavy for my sleazy earlobes…
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The Designer Diagnosis
The year is hardly underway, and already Paris Fashion Week has confirmed much of what careful aesthetes feared—fashion still has no direction. In recent months, the world of high fashion has experienced a clear game of musical chairs; countless creative directors making unexpected departures from longtime mainstays in the industry…
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Step Up!
There’s no denying the fact that I’m short. As a full-grown adult, I have maxed out at a wonderful height of five foot two inches, which is far below average and, to me personally, very frustrating. As someone who was born female and tends to present femininely, my height is often a topic of discussion. Whether it’s a fleeting comment from a passerby…
