Sexting at the end of the world

I’m often homesick for the internet I grew up with, where the dominant tone was painful sincerity rather than snappy wit, and no one had to have a body unless they wanted one.

Here’s my essay for Kill Your Darlings: a juicy deep dive on sexting in quarantine, internet nostalgia, catfishing, anonymity, romance, text-based gender affirmation, and coming unfleshed.

Still life

Earlier this month I was one of several artists-in-residence for Assembly for the Future, an incredible project that saw visionaries like Claire G Coleman, Scott Ludlam and Alice Wong address us from the end of this decade, and other respondents and participants theorise how to get there. Here’s my creative response, a poem remembering 2020 from 2029, available below in both audio and text (best viewed on desktop, tablet, or phone in landscape mode).

You’ll find all the provocations, artworks, and dispatches from the future on the BLEED festival website and the Things We Did Next website.

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Genderfeels in nomads’ land

In urban, western settings, I’m usually read as a woman, albeit a queer sort. In the country, I more often pass as a boy. There’s a tangy pleasure in that, in being called sir and shuaige and brother.

As a genderfluid, nonbinary person, being clocked as one thing in the morning and another in the afternoon feels like the closest I will get to recognition. This havoc can be a delight, but also a complication. A liability.

Jinghua Qian, Genderfeels in nomads’ land, Them

My essay on traveling through Central Asia as a nonbinary person is out today in Them, edited by none other than Meredith Talusan, a writer I’ve been following for years. I’m so thrilled with this one – go read it now!