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Posted by RISEN ZINE on 25 February

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The Chelsea Market, one of Manhattan's gorgeous sites:
By: Shamya Zindani

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Greyhound Racing: Culture or Cruelty?

Artwork: Laura Fuentes

The Cost: The History of Conversion Therapy in the United States

Image from the film “Boy Erased”
Article by Ruthie
Pray away the gay. It’s a statement that reflects a very subtle yet prevalent facet of American life: conversion (or, as it is known in the scientific field, reparative) therapy. A quick trip to Google defines it as “the psychotherapy aimed at changing a person’s homosexuality, based on the view that homosexuality is a mental disorder”, but Google is just technology. The people who have endured the brutality of this practice are living, breathing, beating hearts, unable to thrive in their own identity, either by outside force or their own internalised self hatred. Rooted in the historic, fundamental belief that homosexuality was a disease afflicting the brain into same gender attraction or love, psychiatrists promoted a solution: converting these people through countless hours of self-shaming conversation, simulation, and abuse. Most people assume that this is an outdated and taboo point of reference, but it is not as in the past as on…

The Shade of My Rebellion: a poem

poem by: Imani Joseph

Sensuality wears red lipstick Smearing her teeth with scarlet colored paint Teeth that don't turn up in public My dream is to scowl in the streets No one ever saying my smile is beautiful Sensuality wears a red dress That hugs her rolls People knowing she eats her rolls Showing off the rug burns on her knees Scraps on the shins Not wearing stockings The cold wind wrapping itself around her thighs Sensuality’s hair is not pulled into a ponytail Or with a bump creased on to the end But down her back Bone straight Letting boys run their fingers against her scalp Not standing straight but curving her spine into a crescent moon Moving the fat in her hips back and forth Ass jumping with each step Sensuality smells like her Not a boy's sheets

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