RY FOSTER'S ACT UP DIARIES

One of those days idle days make for rampant thoughts Drove across for the country for a job that’s been my constant for years four years...

He took me to a place Where boys like boys who like girls who like girls Where on Wednesday I wore a floral skirt And was called Carrie...

The older we get. The more we connected we get. Preteens have group text messages about sleepovers. Bud lights. Tents. And manmade lakes....

dear text chain i'm sorry i want to but i can't so i don't.

Saw Kathleen on the street today. She’s lived in Williamsburg for 40 years. Greenpoint for 20. orsomething. She wants to shed a few...

get out of work early. finish a book. take a few selfies. make art. or "#art". out of your gram. out of your face. out of your privilege....

the urgency of your twenties of current lyfe is kind of fucking literally I can’t even redickulus. We want it now. Insta Snap The...

Another name becomes another hashtag Another life comes to an end and a number sign is placed in front of a name a life becomes a death...

I am silenced not by bullets. as Black Men are. I am silenced because I am choking. I am choking on my White Privilege. because my...

Faux diamonds in his ears. Distressed denim One leg up. on the perpendicular seat a sparse midday G train car A young dark skinned man...