• Gaby Trevino

    i hate music

    get that s*it out of my ears

    April 25, 2019
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    At the end of a particularly strenuous day, my hands can’t seem to reach for the remote control fast enough. In a world where music seems to be the prevailing form of escapism, I choose instead to turn to my favorite characters for comfort. Of course, we all find solace in art—but I’d rather wait […]

    lonely arts club band

    cultural picks for late night

    April 5, 2019
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    “The neons and the cigarettes” When I arrived at Brown University three years ago, I didn’t have friends. I mean, I’d had friends —past tense—but here, immured in the red brick walls of a main green, under the skyline of an alien city, I felt completely and utterly alone. Sure, there were plenty of orientation […]

    “perfectly innocent”

    a woman’s experience on public transit

    March 22, 2019
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    I ran across the street, splashing through the cold slush of melting snow to catch the RIPTA before it left me waiting 20 minutes for the next one. Safely on the line, I pulled out my Brown ID and readied to swipe—hoping that I was holding the card correctly to avoid fumbling and causing an […]

    brown bear loners

    a reflection on dating and dating advice at brown

    March 15, 2019
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    From a casual survey of basically everyone I know, I’ve found that dating at Brown University is tough. No one seems to be doing it right. Between Datamatch, Tinder (and the long list of other, increasingly popular dating apps), casual, serious, or in-between relationships, official dates, and weekend hookups, it’s hard to know what you’re […]


    from contortionist to woman

    March 8, 2019
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    From the day I set foot in my first school, I knew what I was. I was not a woman. I was not a girl. I was a contortionist: bending my limbs and entangling my arms until I could fit into whatever box felt the snuggest around my hips. The box was like one made […]