When I was in academia, my professors and mentors hammered into me the necessity of citing the work of others that have informed my claims of knowledge. Not doing so would mean committing the sin of plagiarism. Citing is standard practice in academia, as giving due credit to people’s intellectual…

By E.T. RUSSIAN A comic in six panels in black, lavender and mustard yellow ink. Panel 1: A person with a mustard yellow hat, is in a wheelchair transferring into bed and says into the phone: “Hey, I don’t think I can make it to the protest. I’ve got some…

By Frances Lee Notes: This is a written version of a spoken piece I performed for Performance & Belonging: Citizenship, Culture & Identity, a graduate class taught by Professor Jade Power-Sotomayor at the University of Washington Bothell. Citations created using Medium superscripts and the Anchor Links Chrome extension. One night…

By E.T. RUSSIAN A four panel comic in black, lavender and mustard yellow ink. Panel 1: Two people float in inner tubes on a lake on a sunny day. A mountain and sky are on the horizon. Panel 2: Friend one: “Dude, the sun feels so good” Panel 3: Friend one: “I haven’t floated all Summer.” Friend two responds: “Yah, too busy.” Panel 4: Friend one: “Yah, we’ve got to do this more.” Friend two: “For sure.”

By Maisha Manson We have read your cards Smudged your entrance And wrapped your hands in lavender and myrrh Welcome home Temperance draws you forward Sun soaked leaves pave the road you have weathered Rest your feet in the salt waters of where you were born There are no wrong ways to live in liberation It is in everything before that is where we have the missteps as we find our footing, pain and all.

By E.T. RUSSIAN A nine panel comic in teal, brown, and black ink. Panel 1: Image is of a person with black curly hair and glasses. Text reads: You know when running a meeting felt like a big deal? Intimidating. Panel 2: Same person stands in front of a group…

By Alicia Garza Republished with permission from the author I was 15 when I first started cutting myself. I remember it well. I was in high school and was trying to figure out who I was. Being one of a handful of Black teenagers in a predominantly white high school…

By Maisha Manson Scar tissue runs lightning bolts across the spaces on your hands use to grip too tight, runs heartbeat solid across your feet Your knees rough and bruised, can still taste the dirt The sunshine, is the only thing that holds you properly now, As you take the first step out of surveillance Give it a minute your eyes will re-adjust Main Anthology Page: Anthology: Toward An Ethics Of Activism: A Community Investigation of Humility, Grace and… This month (August 2018), I am rolling out a Medium anthology of my newest reader, Toward An Ethics of Activism: A…medium.com

I am completely entrenched in progressive and activist spaces in the US, and while I’m still here (and still queer), I harbor a great deal of ambivalence about how things continue to operate around here. Our movements’ communication strategies are largely dependent on stirring up emotion to drive people to…