In Redeat Wondemu’s new handmade photographic print, ​“Ulim,” natural lighting kisses a woman whose face is free of makeup, her hair styled in traditional Albaso braids, and a small tattoo resting on her neck. Her regal pose reels viewers into a conversation about the often overlooked intersection of patriarchy, imperialism and religious culture that Ethiopian women manage. Donning nothing underneath her orthodox garb, the woman’s beauty and nonconformity center her autonomy while underscoring h...

When Katie Darling suggested Mel Manuel run against Steve Scalise in the 2024 congressional race for Louisiana's 1st District, Manuel laughed. They were standing outside the Covington Library in Covington, Louisiana, following a library board meeting. At that point, Manuel had been steadily expanding their reach as a progressive activist in St. Tammany Parish, a notoriously conservative region of the state, since moving back to their hometown in 2021. At the time, they were still a private perso...

On May 17, 2024, Rachel Parish and Sarah Cameron Sunde embarked on an epic journey from the Browns Mill Golf Course in Atlanta to the Atlantic Ocean at Sapelo Island—a kayak trip that spanned hundreds of miles and thirty-eight days on the water. Because Atlanta is landlocked, people tend to overlook how water flows from the city to the ocean.

Hair holds power, especially for members of the LGBTQ+ community, for whom a good haircut can be life changing. Not only is hair a tool for self expression and gender presentation, but an outlet for creativity and self care. New Orleans, a city with an abundance of queer pride, has one of the few places in the country where you can get a gorgeous gender-affirming cut and gossip openly about your love life, whatever it looks like: Bandit Hair Company.

As a city known for its festivals and food, it’s no wonder New Orleans has a special gustatory way of celebrating the Christmas holidays. Although modern festivities no longer require celebrants to stay up all night, revelers can still indulge in the nearly 200 year old feast of Réveillon every December, as the Catholic French Creole inhabitants of the city did before them.

Perched at the mouth of the Mississippi River, New Orleans has been a crossroads of cultures since its first indigenous inhabitants. Just over a century ago, the interplay of West African, European, and Caribbean influences in the Crescent City forged the signature sound of American jazz.

Salvatore “Sam” Caruso started making ice cream at home in 2018 with a two-quart Cuisinart machine, but he could never get the texture right. Despite his best efforts, it was always too icy, not smooth enough for his taste. Then, as the world shut down in March 2020, Caruso found himself with ample free time after being let go from his job. He used a serendipitous tax return check to buy a higher-quality ice cream machine for $1,300 and started experimenting.

Elizabeth Vega is an “artivist” – an artist and activist who understands that art is its own form of powerful resistance. She has dedicated her life to harnessing that power and teaching others how to do the same. Based in St. Louis, Missouri, she works constantly on projects that combine art and activism...

SAY GAY PLAYS offers royalty-free short plays by queer playwrights to not-for-profit theater companies, arts organizations, and educational institutions for local activism and fundraising for LGBTQ+ communities across America.

As theatre around the world finds its footing four years after the onset of the COVID pandemic, many artists are refusing to return to prior industry standards—be they related to work schedules, the subscriber model, or the very setting in which plays are taking place.

Within the swirling sea of weird experiments in making that is New Orleans theatre, Intramural Theater, founded in 2015, has managed to stake out its own particular brand of weird. While Intramural produces traditional plays and hosts community events, such as a twenty-five hour play festival, their signature work is reflected in their devised shows, which are collectively created according to a specific devising method developed by the company’s founding artistic director, Bennett Kirschner.

Sarah Cameron Sunde is an interdisciplinary artist and director working at the intersection of performance, video, and public art. Her current practice, rooted in the visual arts, explores deep time, embodiment, and ecological crisis, and it is informed by her decades of experience as a theatremaker, director, and translator. Amelia Parenteau is a writer, translator, and theatremaker who has translated fifteen plays from French into English.

I met Eva Doumbia in New Orleans, Louisiana in March 2019 (as documented in my essay “New to New Orleans”), and over a glass of wine, she shared plans for her upcoming creation, , which would tell the story of various foods’ interconnected histories of dominance and oppression spanning back to colonialism and the transatlantic slave trade.

Originally commissioned in 2016 by the American Repertory Theater in partnership with the Harvard University Center for the Environment, Ocean Filibuster attempts the impossible: letting the vast, unknowable Ocean speak for itself.

I first met Eva Doumbia while she was on a research trip to New Orleans. I was enthralled by her explanation of the show she was creating which used elements of documentary theater and religious ceremony to address food history, its connections to the transatlantic slave trade, and colonialism. I was honored when she asked me to translate the show from French into English and produce its United States tour.

My postcard affinity, like many aspects of the adult I’ve turned out to be, probably started with my maternal grandmother. My grandmother taught me how to eat artichokes, scraping the flesh off each butter-laden leaf with my teeth. My grandmother bought me my first perfume. My grandmother insisted I learn French, as she had, in an aspirational attempt to become the sort of woman who would flee the small town she grew up in.The small town I grew up in was in Connecticut, while my mother’s parents...

My next-door neighbor runs a construction and landscaping business. It appears to be thriving: I wake up six days a week to the sound of his trucks being loaded, and watch out the window every evening as his crew returns, sweaty and dirty from the day’s work.

I don’t remember consciously choosing to opt out of mainstream femininity, so much as never being interested in what it had to offer. It was always obvious my genetic gifts lay in my mind, not my looks, so it felt like a waste of time and energy to try to do anything about my appearance.