If I met America at that bar on 8th St, I wonder if he would correct me
And tell me that’s not his preferred pronoun

If I met America at that bar on 8th St, I wonder if he would correct me
And tell me that’s not his preferred pronoun
Showing teenagers, regardless of their identity, dealing with complex and messy situations isn’t innately a bad thing. But when these nuanced stories are only told by older cis-het creatives like Sam Levinson, they tend to become a spectacle of voyeurism
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR MY SKIN
“America”
November 4th “Hey, mister! We got cupcakes!” I looked down at a little girl with pink and green barrettes smiling at me. It was Election Day, and the school where I was voting was having […]