Anonymous

Everything has turned quiet and grave. “I don’t want to die,” a cop friend texted me the other night.

Coming out as bi, there were few places where I felt I could be myself. LGBT bars were my refuge and pleasure palaces. The Pulse massacre must not change that.

Social media is ablaze over the Ray Rice video, wondering why his future wife stayed. For me, like thousands of other abused women, that answer isn’t an easy one.

A Libyan women’s rights activist pays tribute to slain defender of democracy, Sawa Bugaighis, who was stabbed and shot to death in her home on the day of the country’s general election.

A New York writer shares why she risks the law and her lease by using the popular home-sharing website. If only the attorney general could see it ain’t just for orgies.

“I saw in my contract that I’m supposed to have dinner with clients, and breakfast was optional. What does that mean?”

Working all day, every day for weeks—unpaid because of a contract in another language with a sociopath.

It’s not easy to see one girl go to Milan when you’re stuck in gray Instanbul.

A casting for hijabs is a reminder that all body parts are not created equal.

It’s going to be an interesting month in Istanbul, since Turkish clients have very different expectations than U.S. ones.