Cover Photo: Two men sit together on a mountain, their backs to the camera.
Photograph by Matheus Ferrero/Unsplash

Montana Boys

We were all looking for the exceptions; all of us. Our conversations about white people had by now become banal.

Some people really are prohibited to us. At 10 p.m. one night in the summer of 2016, a strange boy with what looked like a modeling headshot messaged me on Grindr. By then, Grindr bots had gotten alarmingly good. It felt like one of those times I’d pick up the phone from an unknown number, hear what sounded like a real person on the other end, and after saying nothing I’d hear: “Hahaha! Of course I’m real, don’t be silly!”

Queer Eye

So you ran away with your heart . . . but just know that I want you BACK!I’ll take the fall and the fault in us, I’ll give you all the love I never gave before.

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Kamil Ahsan has a doctorate in Biology from the University of Chicago, and is currently a doctoral student in History at Yale. He is also a journalist and writer whose work has appeared in NPR, The Nation, LARBThe RumpusThe Baffler, and Hobart, among others. Follow him at @kamuleosaurus