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Two people about to kiss and holding each other's faces. There's a glass brick wall behind them.

For as long as I can remember, the idea of ‘family’ has been an entanglement of comfort and tension — years of feeling torn between what I thought a family should be and what it actually felt like.

A person with dark curly hair in the reflection of a car's rearview mirror. Another person's hand cradles their face.

For some people, it’s with a high school boyfriend in the back of his Honda Civic. For others, it’s with a stranger you met in college, or even on your wedding night with your new spouse.

Two people hold books in front of their faces so only their eyes are exposed as they look at each other. The one on the left has red hair, a red top and glasses, and the one on the right  wears a black beanie and fingerless gloves.

As a child, there was nothing more sacred than my uninterrupted, unsupervised computer time.

This past January I watched my social media feeds fill with Lunar New Year celebrations, and I realized that in my 21 years of living, I have never truly learned about the holiday.

Illustration of a rack of clothes, a floor lamp, books and household items with thrift store tags hanging off of them.

Every Value Village has the same smell. If you know it, you know it. If you don’t, it can be best described as dust, cigarette smoke, peculiar perfumes and other mysterious odours all mixed together. I also happen to know what it smells like if you take that smell and set it on fire.

A character sits at a dining table in the middle of the stage, which is decorated to look like the inside of a house, as they look at another person in a long black robe who is standing to their side. Five people wearing bright yellow jackets with a reflective strip sit around the edges of the stage.

In light of Donald Trump being elected — a threat to the rights of 2SLGBTQIA+ people, BIPOC, immigrants, and women — as well as the silence of world leaders throughout the war in Gaza, The Arsonists is a scary reminder that history tends to repeat itself.

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