Issue i561
November 2025
For the queer community, rebirth is constant
Queer people know the story of rebirth all too well. Sometimes it’s gentle: a slow awakening, a long exhale after years of holding our breath. Other times it’s sudden: a shattering of what we thought we knew, followed by the quiet, deliberate work of piecing ourselves back together.
‘Surgery is the starting point, but salvation is not in the surgeon’s scalpel’
In her monthly column, P. Eldridge drags us into the aftermath of surgery in Paris: swollen, stitched, roses rotting in a turquoise vase, a lover’s hands washing her hair as she breaks. What survives when the body is torn open? Love, or nothing at all.
