What happens when living and performing become one and the same?

It begins with a quiet realization: most of us are not just experiencing life; we are staging it.

Adjusting tone, posture, reaction. Editing emotion in real time. Choosing what version of ourselves is most consumable.

We perform for love, softening our edges so intimacy feels easier to hold.

For desirability, shaping ourselves into something that can be chosen.

For content, translating experience into something watchable.

For acceptance, learning the choreography of belonging before we even know who we are outside of it.

We learn what performs well:

Softness without need, strength without anger, vulnerability without mess.

But does the performance ever stop?

And more importantly, if it does —

Who are you when the curtain falls?

Open to all BIPOC.

Tell us your story.

We're Accepting:

Writing: personal essays, poetry, diary entries, etc.

Photography/ Film Photography: photo series of atleast 3+ images

Artwork: drawings, digital art, paintings, etc.

submissions are open until May 19th