This week, the Nass dives into the uncanny valley and drags some of you down with us.
God, I Love My Happy Family: Full Design
Check out the full design of our newest issue below!
An Atheist Guide to Grief
“Life had been returned to her—the one she squeezed every drop of, the one she did and redid in her stories when it was just the two of us in the living room of our first house.”
Nass Recommends: Masquerade
6:50 pm. Thursday night. July 31. The sun slowly emerges after a day of sultry rainfall. 60 or so people, all draped in formal and cocktail attire — tuxedos, white tie and tails, ball gowns — all matching a strict dress-code of black, white, or silver only. With silk and lace masks covering their […]
I Only Want to Go Camping with People Who Hate Camping
The difficulty of being Into things when your mother is, too.
“When I come down off this mountain”: concealment in popular queer film
As Roya Reese treks through layers of concealment, the Nassau Weekly is with her every step of the way.
A Mother’s Mission of Unconditional Love
She lived on the beach off the west coast of Oahu for almost seven years. After a rough childhood and broken home, Kanani made it her life’s purpose to treat the world as her family. And she uses her cultural values to guide the way.
The Scorpion
(1) My roommate stirs. Her alarm rings at 9 AM, and she hastily turns it off to avoid waking me. My half-waking dreams are all the possible ways the email I sent last night could be answered. They range from “We’re sorry to hear you felt that way” to “Well, it wouldn’t have ended this […]
Do Men Even Use The Bathroom?
Not the way we do. As a refuge, as a moment of silence, as an interlude through mirrors, through cold. As a breathless moment with which to blot on two coats of lipstick and splash cold water on the cheekbones. As an enclosure– as four walls, however flimsy, between which one can perform a range […]
Nass Recommends: Officeparks
This review started as an obligation. It was the least I could do, really, to thank my friend and congratulate them on their poetic debut. Then, when I finally opened my personal copy of the book, sent to my home address after I’d emailed a certain publisher by the name of Will Ballard with a […]
The House Behind Gladewood Street
“I thought about how I used to sleep on Gladewood Street with the passing trains at night. It reminded me of the boy who lived even closer to the tracks than I did, whose name I couldn’t remember.”
Letter from the Editors
Dear reader, There is a pressing discomfort in the knowledge that no image is necessarily real. Generative AI first dissolved trust in mundane photos, then spread to images of personal and collective value. We reflect on this with some hesitation—the discourse surrounding AI has become cliché, boring, and uninspired. Technology made it so that we […]