HeyJaredUnwritten. Essays.
Prose on the audacity of refusal, desire and belonging - because power systems are never theoretical.
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Silent Radio Notes (opens the original)
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We Had Earned a Party (opens the original)
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By the seventh essay, I realised I had accidentally recreated the problem with which I began. I had started by arguing that owning the right books could not prove what reading had changed in us, then spent six essays assembling a rather formidable shelf of books people ought to read.Honestly, it was time somebody brought snacks… and some sparklers. Of course.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!s3HY!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/ht
The Lives We Make Outside the Blueprint (opens the original)
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The university handout filed homosexuality beneath disorder, apparently without imagining that a lesbian might be reading. Well, I was, and I caught my breath in disbelief, looking around the seminar for somebody else who had stopped at the same sentence, but nobody appeared troubled; pens moved, pages turned and, when I finally asked, the other students told me that they had read it too.“Hey, it’s just outdated. Don’t mind.”I know, that was apparently meant to settle it, except the handout had
The Room Has Stairs (opens the original)
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I remember the first online group sessions less as conversations than as collisions.Hands went up on screen. Digital hands appeared beside names. Sometimes people simply began speaking into the room. The platform enlarged one person, then another, divided the window when voices overlapped and kept asking my eyes and hearing to locate the conversation after it had already moved. I was the coach or therapist; I was meant to be holding the session. By the end, it felt as though I had spent much of
The World Surrounding the Nervous System (opens the original)
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Whenever someone says ‚the danger is over‘, I think of a bus that never came.Of course, they do not always use those words. Sometimes they say, The coping mechanism has become the problem. Sometimes they say the body is responding to the past instead of the present, or that a protection which once kept somebody alive is now keeping them from living. I understand what they mean. I know the possibility the sentence is trying to offer: the thing that taught you to hide may be gone; the room may be
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