By moving there, they change the equation—they add a layer of chic. The neighborhood becomes desirable, improves for everyone, but then...
It's official. I'm turning into my mom. Plus the battle for abortion and why dykes have lost the plot of their own herstory.
"Seeing beauty is not obvious." A visit to the scrappy neighborhood of Saint Gilles in Brussels to visit crumbling art nouveau homes, then to the…
Finding my way to Rome. A struggling Macron, and links including a piece on anti-women feminism.
On fire, frites, and one of the most gorgeous plazas anywhere.
On socializing, deluded socialists, guns, and sex.
In which I overcome my allergy to revealing ignorance, and embrace my true touron nature.
One #lesbian grappling with shame during LGBTQ+ Pride Month.
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