Written with love by Mariah the Mystic The squelching mud and vicious storm we traipsed through in February is giving way to hints of lush grass and delicate wildflowers blossoming in March. We have just a few more meters to go until the pungent decay of wintered leaves fade behind us and we are consumed by dappled sunlight. The despair and ennui of last month have us eager, barking to be unleashed. Restrain yourself ever so slightly. Let the excitement build as the opportunities descend into...

Written with love by Mariah the Mystic ​​ February descends like a mythic figure, offering us to either escape into our wildest utopia or dig for gold-plated rubbish in quicksand. While the first seems like the obvious choice, both contain their own traps.  We see this dynamic mirrored everywhere this month, the thirst to get drunk off pageantry and forget our corporeal collective woes: The Grammys, Super Bowl LX, 2026 Winter Olympics, NYFW; a slapdash spritz of Baccarat Rouge over a heaping...

It’s been several years since I came out, but navigating the gray area has been difficult. Forging a path I never saw in TV, Film, or even real life feels weird. What’s even stranger is trying to explain to my family what it means to be queer without the politics, the internet, and the specific memes but what it means for me. Without being in a relationship. Without having a partner to hide behind. It meant seeing myself as queer outside of heteronormativity.