Intersectional Confessionals is Intersections' new series that highlights personal narratives from students from marginalized identities. This installment focuses on students' encounters inside of the...

Intersectional Confessionals is Intersections' new column that highlights personal narratives from students from marginalized identities. This installment focuses on a student's experience with sexual...

For two years, Brainwaves has served as an outlet for students to share their struggles with mental health. The column, started by Tulane students, allowed outside writers to submit personal narratives...

With a recent No. 1 Party School ranking, it cannot be denied that going out at Tulane is a unique experience. For those with identities outside the white straight cis majority, party culture is a different...

I throw a funeral for myself on four days of the year. Four days of the year that have been edged onto the insides of my eyelids, so even when I close my eyes I cannot forget. I cannot unsee. It...

Brown hair. Brown eyes. Brown skin. I remember little from my childhood and even less from the years I lived with my parents. I do remember looking up to my mother, always thin with skin like snow,...

I had just turned six the first time I saw snow. It was New York during the winter of 2003. I had a broken right tibia, so I couldn't do much, but it was magical moment nonetheless. I remember at least...

To the boy in my 8 a.m.: That day was the first time I felt comfortable enough to give my opinion in this class the entire semester. For a minute, I felt like more than a black body trespassing on private...