Sex is sacred to me because it is a means of being experienced and celebrated for who I am as well as experiencing someone else and celebrating them for who they are on a foundation that is rooted in mutual romantic connection and relational intimacy that gives an existential meaning to the act of sex itself.

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I’m trying to reconnect to my Bengali roots as an adult who’s been whitewashed in her childhood.

My journals are a museum of my soul, and have helped me in my journey of un-gatekeeping myself from myself (and the world).

I want to disappear into this book.

Ultra right conservatism claims that white people, especially white men, are oppressed for being called out for their oppression of others, and for having their sense of entitlement to domination and morality (without ethics) challenged.

I went from straightening my hair everyday out of shame to falling in love with my curly hair.

It’s hard to create when you struggle with shame around taking up space.

A poem about conflicting expectations around how confident a woman is “allowed” to be.

The irony of the specific flavor of beauty I find in my lonely solitude while I long for company is that I will miss out on it when my longing of company is fulfilled. But the beauty is that the latter will be another beautiful flavor altogether— one that I still crave.

Reflections from earlier the beginning year after my cat’s passing.

How going to a fall festival led me to realizing the magical yet practical role that liminal spaces play in our lives

I’m inspired by the magazine’s whimsical feel and valuing of creativity and self expression— but I’m also disappointed by what they lack.

Based on my own personal experiences, this fictional short story is about a young woman in her twenties whose unhealthy relationship with social media & consumption reflects her low self worth and resulting loneliness in her life.

A poem about people’s authenticities persisting despite capitalistic and other societal conditionings encouraging their suppression.

Despite popular trendy social media discouse, being “delulu” is NOT the “solulu” (and I learned that the hard way)— but that doesn’t mean spiritually doesn’t come in handy.