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Her Mom Wants to Know What He Does for a Living

She brings him home, but not without warning the house first: the good plates, the scratched table, the dining room’s pear green walls.

Demolicion: Punk and Latinidad
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Chicanx Punk and the East ‘El Lay’ Movement

Spearheaded by nun and artist Sister Karen Boccalero, Self Help Graphics served as home base for East L.A.’s activists, poets, and punks.

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Ballet Body: On Body Dysmorphia and Kathryn Morgan’s Recent Video

Dancers so often hyperfocus on their bodies because they are the tools with which they create their art.

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What Godzilla Teaches Us About the Unknown

We have an uncanny ability to provoke, disrespect, and vilify the unknown. What is unmanageable is automatically perceived as a liability.

Demolicion: Punk and Latinidad
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Unseating the Holy Trinity — Los Saicos and the Peruvian Punk Scene

Punk, to me, was a space created by and for white, cisgender, heterosexual men. Any other identity that had managed to wrangle its way into the scene’s spotlight was an exception won through uphill battles against the genre’s established norms.

Vigilante Death Business
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Vigilante

i am dead but i am not gone and departure is no longer in my sight because you wont let me flee or let me let myself stand up and walk across the water

Galathée Death Business
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Galathée

Being cooped up in the apartment all day and night became dreadful week after week, especially considering I had to share a room.

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On Their Fifth Date, He Promises Her the Sky

He is from / speckled dirt in sour beer, / from the swaying hips of el barrio / and its fog of heat under the stars that can fix / everything underneath them

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El Micro

She’s the only blonde in a sea of brown, and in the jumble of legs and sweaty heads and jutting elbows, his brown eyes meet her brown eyes.

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The Pandemic Has Radically Changed Dance — Maybe For the Better

As dancers’ primary purpose — to perform, to tell stories, to bring joy — has been almost entirely stripped away, we have, alongside the rest of the world, found ways to evolve.

Friends Death Machine Lee Zimmerman
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Friends

My name is Sam. That is not my name. They eat my name, and they eat the name of my brother.

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Within the Shelves

Don’t ask me what I’m even doing here, she says. My life is a series of real-life Wikipedia spirals. Just keep looking up related readings.

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