Category: Julian Dindal
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Kinds of Kindess
Written by Julian Dindal Art by Lily Anderson a memorial benchmaple leavesskinny twin treesalone with Chachi, rest in peaceforked paths rustling leavescreaking trunksthrashing and bobbing, the foliage rave their fingersstretch out and cross. the creation of adamin the skylike a pinkypromise.distance between, but from this perspectivethey look crossed.tingling like two…
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The Weight of a Daughter’s Body
Written by Sarah Chack Art by Julian Dindal I was ten the first time I realized my mother wouldn’t look me in the eye, not directly, not purposefully: a two way mirror that had, now, become one way. Sitting on her bed, halfway between child and adult, a weight that…
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Being One Of The Boys
Written by Julian Dindal Art by Julian Dindal Julian Dindal is queer, genderfluid, and transmasculine. If you had told my younger self that I would be close friends with a group of almost entirely cis men, they would have been scared shitless. As a child, I rarely socialized with boys…
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How I Found God In A Coffee Shop
Written by Madeleine Minks Art by Julian Dindal Friday, November 3rd started in the way many of my days do: with me calling my mom. I am what some might call a mama’s girl. We talk almost every day; I often call her in the morning while I’m getting ready…
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