As a New Yorker, it’s not a hard city to love when the literal metaphor of a mask is littered everywhere—when there’s art oozing out of every corner.
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Fuck off, Santa (A Chicana Christmas Carol)
“Even if his first name is Santa, he’s no saint to me.”
Santa Muerte: The Altar Becomes My Injection Site
“Small and dark and slanted eyed like me.”
Why Millennials are Happy to Murder What You Love
“Applebee’s, golf, and Buffalo Wild Wings are terrible.”
FLESH PUZZLE (A XICANA WATCHES SLASHER FILMS AND PONDERS DIVINATION) by MONIQUE QUINTANA
“We’re a bunch of slanted-eyed brown girls watching wide-eyed white girls being chased by a killer.”
Godzilla, Golden Showers, Voodoo and Writing Rituals, and Why Portland, Oregon is Doggie Heaven: CLASH Catches Up With Bizarro Author Garrett Cook
“Godzilla helped give me my moral compass.”
CLASH Podcast Interview With Constance Ann Fitzgerald
CLASH Media catches up with Constance Ann Fitzgerald and talks about her new book, Glue.
MY MOTHER’S CIRCUS/HAND-SEWN CARNIVAL
“My grandmother made Christmas ornaments from dried apricots and sugar cookies that she baked with her own hands, a creation upon a creation. They were all tiny women, and she gave them dark hair like us, which felt like a gift to me.”
Blood Sausage, Cold Beer, and Reindeer: a Christmas Tale of Colonialism and Acceptance
“Our abuelitas went to special masses and some of the nativity sets under our trees featured a baby Jesus that had slightly darker skin than the Jesus the gringos put under their tree.”
The Christmas Poop of Catalan
“Whether you think Christmas is shit or Christmas is the shit, when you are Catalan, your Christmas is going to be full of shit. And I mean literally. And no, it doesn’t get that dirty (usually).”
Growing up Mexicana without God: Remembering A Secular Christmas Tradition
“When I saw the mall Santas I always knew it was a man in a suit.”
EVERY DAY IS HALLOWEEN
“I grew up with a grandma who kept a bathroom full of candles for the dead.”
CHILDREN IN A DEAD MUSEUM
“I remember being so happy then—a creature that stayed out too late one Halloween night and got lost in the morning light.”
LONELINESS, SORROW, AND SPIRITS IN NEW ORLEANS
“Maybe New Orleans is like a drug, an opium-induced dreamspace.”
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT DYLAN
“The Swedish Academy is full of elderly individuals who are apparently too tired to read thick novels.”
Huldufólk: Hunting for the Fey in Iceland by J.C. Drake
“So. I’ll just say it. Elves. Is it true that you all really believe in them?”
“Did You Mean: Oppressive”
“I came across this news article talking about how Italian museums covered statues of nude women in order to avoid offending the president of Iran.
I’m sorry, but what is this shit?”