To: The Battery Battery Pl., State St. and Whitehall St. New York, NY 10004 From: Anna-Dmitry Muratova I like When people spit into trash bins, Not on the ground. When...

To: Avenue D & East Seventh Street New York, NY 10009 From: Maxine Flasher-Duzgunes When an eastward road is your walkabout these stacked houses with green faces red...

The National Labor Review Board proposed a new rule last week that would redefine graduate students as nonworkers, preventing them from unionizing and participating in collective...

Dear New York, I never thought I’d be busier in Salzburg than I was among your sweaty, summer city blocks. The tree-lined country roads surrounding our Airbnb were like the...

Prague felt isolating. At the same time, I felt fairly accepted by the locals — so much so that I fell into a routine of going to one particular market before morning classes....

Finley and Sunny and Sky and Milenka and Kennedy and Hunter and Alex and Pasha and Joey and Avery and Cassidy and Lennox and Cameron and August and Wednesday and Morning and May...

A dark place where it’s prohibited to wear eyeshadow if you’re born with a penis or not shave your legs if you own a vagina (even if you wish you didn’t). If your wardrobe...

I wasn’t out for long enough to earn the right to be tired. But not having the right to be tired doesn’t prevent me from being tired. Also, who said that there’s such a thing...

Universe is where we live. A shared home. All-encompassing and all-forgiving. Humans, in this space in the space, are each others’ roommates. Agenders and genderqueers, demi-boys...

That’s about it. We should all go to therapy. Email Anna-Dmitry at [email protected].

He can have sex. She can have sex. They can have sex. He and she and they can have it all together. Sex is universal, just like smiling or being dead, except it’s more enjoyable...