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Notes on Regaining Autonomy: Part III

Elisha (P) returns to her poetry-prose installment, Notes on Regaining Autonomy. Take a moment to reflect on where you were a year ago; how vastly different your life is now, how vastly different you are now, how immense the gulf between then and now seems. Remember how you felt as though you would surely drown…

On Bras, Bathing Suits, and Basic Human Rights

One of my fondest imaginings of my mother, Susanna, is of her marching down the high street in a pair of clunky Dr. Martin boots and a whimsy floral dress, with her yellow hair wild down her back. Another story I’ve been told is how she once dyed her hair one-half red, one-half green when she was around fifteen. As I discovered my independent sense of style during my teenage years, I was inspired on a foundation level by my mother’s don’t-give-a-damn attitude. I chose not to give a damn either, and despite the natural self-consciousness of being a young…

Notes on Regaining Autonomy II // Loss and Loneliness

Boshemia staff Elisha writes from her very core in the second installment of “Notes on Regaining Autonomy“. ___________________________________________________________________ The passing of time is a strange and powerful entity. The proverbial saying is that time heals all wounds. But what time masterfully produces in equal part, Is the culling of experiences: A “collected works” comprised of joy, struggle, learning, love, and loss.

An Island in the Rain

L muses on July in her love note to the sea and the sublime. ___________________ I’ve been feeling melancholy this July— yet also euphoric. The anticipation of change as autumn clambers closer is invigorating me, I think, but it dulls all within the interim.

A Letter To My Fresher Self

Dear Me Congrats! Your 24 year old self just graduated medical school and is about to start work. As a doctor. A real one in a hospital and everything. You’ll make it. Pretty soon, you’ll figure out that it’s just beginning, and that there’s a whole minefield of a world outside medical school, but that’s future us problem. If I recall correctly, little baby 19-year-old Sarah in her lame band t shirts and lack of lipstick (that’ll change SOON) was spending the summer of 2012 panicking; what if you don’t get the grades to get into med school *again? What…

Letters to June // 05

Throughout the month of June Boshemia will be publishing letters addressed to the most romantic month of the year. This letter is from contributor Taylor Wear. ______________________________________________ My dearest June, You are the stubborn, petulant daughter of the summer months, precocious and freckle-nosed, limber arms crossed over your little chest, one dusty sneakered foot in front of the other. You flatly refuse to be tamed–insist on everything you want. You come around, June, but always in secret, and only in balmy, seductive weather. The dreary conscientiousness of wintertime just isn’t your scene. Give you barefoot nights, lightning bugs, lemonade. You appear in…

Letters to June // 01

Throughout the month of June Boshemia will be publishing letters addressed to the most romantic month of the year. _________________________________________________ Dear June, It seems scarcely any time has passed since you were last here, yet here you are. Each year you seem to come around more quickly than the last — you are not unwelcome, mind, it just impresses in me the sense that time, that cantankerous knave who none can evade, is mercilessly rolling on at gathering pace.

Hot Dating Tips for the Completely Undateable || A Poem

A spoken word poem by Boshemia regular Taylor Wear.  Taylor is a writer, a bruncher, and a young lover of old things. She will order whiskey and you’re allowed to think she’s doing it to impress you. Her favorite book and favorite shade of lipstick are both Lolita, a fabulous little coincidence. This poem first appeared here. HOT DATING TIPS FOR THE COMPLETELY FUCKING UNDATEABLE when he tells you his favorite drink is an old fashioned, smile politely. allow him to think that he is suave, interesting, the millennial Don Draper. do not say oh that’s what my grandma orders.

How to Date a Feminist || A Handy Guide for the Straight Guy

With Valentine’s Day and the inevitable nuclear holocaust coming up, don’t we all just want someone with whom to watch as the mushroom clouds explode as you eat heart shaped candy? Well, here’s a post for all the straight male readers out there – that’s right, all three of you. Here’s a post on how to date a feminist; because as the world eats itself up, you need someone by your side to blame everything on the patriarchy. Read on straight dudes for the ultimate feminist dating guide.