I’m standing here by the road long time, yesterday, day before, today. Not the same road but it’s the same – hot, hot like today. When they turn off to where they’re going, I must get out again, wait again. Some of them they just pretend there’s nobody there, they don’t want to see nobod…
What Were You Dreaming?
‘When I think of menopause I don’t think of hot flashes; I am not here to talk about hot flashes.’ Mary Ruefle on menopause.
Urvashi Butalia on the life of transgender Mona Ahmed and her search for a feminine identity.
The Weak Spot
‘Murder class was the new thing, but of course they didn’t call it that. They called it Specialised Life Skills for Girls.’ – Sophie Mackintosh
woman is a construct
‘woman is basically meant / to be a residential complex’ – A poem by Angélica Freitas, translated from the Portuguese by Hilary Kaplan.
Rachel Cusk on motherhood, marriage and separation.
Beethoven Was One Sixteenth Black
‘Once there were blacks wanting to be white. Now there are whites wanting to be black.’
‘Everyone will be quite safe if they stay in the car and please roll up the windows, says the host.’
City of the Dead, City of the Living
‘While I'm ironing, he cleans the gun. I saw he needed another rag and I gave it to him.‘