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You stand in front of your closet, frantically tearing articles of clothing from their hangers and laying them on your bed, your heart churning. Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum. A regular two-beat rhythm pulses quickly yet softly in your chest, so paradoxical that you think it might give out. You gingerly lay a burgundy button-up streaked with heathers atop a pair of khaki jeans. You look up across the room, searching for approval. Cooper walks over and pores over the selection. “You ca

Medium: Digital Art Size: 595 x 842 pixels (A4 dimensions) This piece was inspired by Mitski's song, “My Body's Made Of Crushed Little Stars,” presenting an alternative explanation to Zoe's nonbinary gender as something nebulous, unexplainable, and joyful. ZOE PHAM they, them, theirs College of Arts & Sciences Class of 2022, Computer Science Zoe is a huge nerd and is influenced by punk rock, comics, and cartoons, and love science fiction and fantasy. They create digital art a

I’m sitting alone with a woman at the LGBT center before the nurse comes in to draw my blood. She’s asking me some questions about my sexual history. Eventually we get to talking about the asexual discussion group that I had started. She asks me if there would be a minimum age for attending. Confused, I tell her, “No... I hadn’t thought of that. Why do you ask?” She says, “Well, because of all the traumatic experiences...” I sit quietly for half a second, unsure how to respon