To read Dickinson is to fall, softly and irrevocably, into the mystery of want.

The flâneur has the capacity to be reinvented.

We eventually found ourselves back in Echo Park—broke, lonely, and gay. As these codependent friendships go, we were destined for an end, or a pause. Night after night of drinking and feeling like losers started to wear on us.

As I write this, there’s a gas shortage in North Carolina. Maybe you’ve heard about it. A pipeline hack led to panic buying and hoarding. Tonight, someone tweeted that 78% of gas stations in North Carolina are out of gas, the worst of any state right now.

We eloped. The pandemic helped me justify the wedding I wanted.

I’m uncomfortable with how Appalachian identity works in the media and in academia, both because I think it’s a problematic identity that I hold too dearly and because I think I’m faking it.

Here’s how you survive those two to four days at a academic conference, especially as a woman, a femme, or a queer person. 

I want to believe there's consolation in reminiscence, that mourning can be cleansing when it's set against green and red lights and holiday songs and a sense of impending renewal. But when time never moves forward for us, it can never be properly marked and peacefully released. Instead we are the ones marked. Holidays repeat endlessly.

The collection begins now, a digging / the excavation of her pomegranate hips.

Queering the classroom can be nothing more or less than an act of existence that does not necessitate a certain mode, reaction, or action toward or against a gender presentation binary, or an understood queer normativity.

After the Queer Big Bang in Appalachia, still we must ask the question: where can we all pee? 

Are you feeling blue now that the end of Pride month is upon us? Well don’t pack up your rainbows just yet! Boshemia’s Staff and contributors got together to discuss the ways we keep the spirit of Pride alive all year long. Here’s some of our thoughts.

What actually makes a good ally? At the apex of Pride Month, amidst the Taylor Swift buzz, the (all LGBTQ+) Boshemia team figured it was a good time to consider this question ourselves. Here are our thoughts.

It’s a fine line to tailor to the gays without coming off as pandering, or a privileged white girl who saw season 6 of RuPauls Drag Race for the first time on a plane. Anyway, here’s the new Taylor Swift song.

Our breaths seemed to sync, the waves on the sea were calm. As the world was bathed in orange light, I could feel the knot in my throat.

She calls me petulant. Maybe she’s right.