A 1950s queer cinema staple has been restored.
My twin and I met in the Midwestern college town where she lives, at a fan convention for Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I was dressed as Faith, the bad slayer in black leather and burgundy lips.
Nuanced identity and adolescent angst from Greenland.
The writer on kill bro poems, cyborg transformations as erotic experiences, and implicating the self.
Hidden passions made to be seen.