After lifetimes of silencing by an unaccommodating system we have had enough. Our voices have been muffled, our needs ignored, misdiagnosed, and mistunderstood. Billions of FLINTA* people exist, frustrated by patriarchal structures and standards for health. It’s our time to be heard.
Meet Our Team
Letter from the Editor
Intake
Self-Portrait as Charli XCX’s Apple
After Picture
Kay Kassirer
performing my pain
New Voicemail
Something Rotten
Call it a homeland and it becomes a mother
In which I promise my beautiful girlfriend I'll go see the doctor
Perfectionist Imposter
Skin Tag
Purgatory Lexicon
Chronic Illness Logic
The Recovery Room
A Slideshow of Constraints
She’s Still Missing
Insomnia
Self Diagnosis
The Aviary
Superperson Imposter
How to Love a Woman with a Broken Brain
I wipe the condensation off the mirror and my mother’s face stares back at me
I Need to Go to the Doctor’s Soon
Translation Error
Pain Scale
On Turning Twenty-Two Next Month
Biographies