The PhotographThere is a new book out, a collection of writings by queer British South Asian photographer Sunil Gupta, mostly collections of his essays…Feb 1, 20238107Feb 1, 20238107
The HeadacheFive days after the break-in I awoke with a small headache that soon became the worst headache I have ever had. By the next day, the pain…Feb 1, 20231.3K18Feb 1, 20231.3K18
The VisitorA week after the ghost incident, someone broke into my house while I was there and stole my keys and all my credit cards. I was laying in…Feb 1, 20231.1K10Feb 1, 20231.1K10
The SpiritIt is difficult to deny that we’re all going to die at some point. perhaps for some of us that point is soon, maybe even today? Just…Feb 1, 20233852Feb 1, 20233852
2022. the year in dreams…I dreamt of liberation and of fires. I dreamt of you loving me and me loving you. I dreamt of fields that we run the way our dogs run…Jan 1, 20233264Jan 1, 20233264
Published inMomentum2022. the year in resistance…I resisted death. I resisted self-harm. I resisted cigarettes (right up until the 361st day) and drugs and alcohol completely.Jan 1, 202399411Jan 1, 202399411
2022. the year in love…I loved my children. I loved Black people. I loved the way we came together, laughed and joked, and held each other through our deepest…Jan 1, 20231483Jan 1, 20231483
2022. the year in fear…I was afraid that I would be killed, that no matter where I went, or what I became, that they would find some way to kill me. I have always…Jan 1, 20235387Jan 1, 20235387
I Love MorningsIn the morning I felt breath on me. I was barely awake. Every night of sleep had been a small battle, every morning a hangover. I was under…Nov 1, 20226Nov 1, 20226
Published inMomentumLiberation and Power as a Black WriterThe older I get the more I am convinced that my ancestors speak through me. This does not mean I am special. In fact it is the opposite. It…Nov 1, 202222Nov 1, 202222
What Would Silence Sound Like?I’m tired of writing about holding the hands of sick or dying people. After a while it starts to feel gross, constantly turning the warmth…Nov 1, 20222Nov 1, 20222
Memories of an Invisible CrushThe other day I was walking from my car to a place that sells vegan burgers that are delicious and also somehow disgusting. I can’t explain…Nov 1, 20224Nov 1, 20224
On Freedom Part 4In Paris I am filled with love and I don’t know why. I’m not sure that I know what is meant by love when I use it here. I am just happy. I…Sep 30, 20221Sep 30, 20221
On Freedom Part 3In Amsterdam I rode a bike in the rain, my hands turning numb, the one pair of jeans I brought with me soaking wet. I had under packed…Sep 30, 2022Sep 30, 2022
On Freedom Part 2In Girona I interviewed a cyclist for a sports magazine. This was the ostensible reason for the trip and how I got my tickets paid for. I…Sep 30, 2022Sep 30, 2022
On Freedom Part 1I was in Amsterdam when I got a call from a magazine editor wanting me to do a short piece about gun violence in the U.S. “In 2020,” she…Sep 30, 2022Sep 30, 2022