I discovered anatomical drawing years before I could understand what I was looking at. When I was in the first grade, my grandfather took my interest in crayons and colored pencils as a sign… Read More

I declared my unofficial major in the Male Gaze a week into college. It began that first Tuesday, when I saw, from the drab turret of the Crossroads residence hall, a girl with a cream… Read More

It pleases me to stand in silence here; A serious house on serious earth it is, In whose blent air all our compulsions meet, Are recognized, and robed as destinies. And that much never… Read More

Timothy Lensmire begins his new book, White Folks, with a story about becoming white. As a senior at Boonendam High School, in the rural Wisconsin town of Boonendam{{1}}[[1]]Not the town’s actual name[[1]]—and a recent… Read More