In her column DYKE DRAMA, GT’s own “sapphic Carrie Bradshaw” rings in spooky season by exploring ghosting in the sapphic community.
WORDS ANYA SCHULMAN COVER IMAGE ‘DIE VISION DER KATHARINA VON ARAGON’ (1781) BY HENRY FUSELI The witching season is upon us, and even though my period is no longer perfectly synced with the full moon, something spooky is afoot.
I’m not talking about the ever-growing trend of people using Esty witches to deliver comeuppance to their exes or get someone to text them back.
I’m not even talking about the fact that I think a witchy girl I may or may not have done dirty four years ago (not in a fun way, and truly one of the only times I’ve really behaved like a f*ckboy in a gay way) has placed a strong and enduring curse on my love life.