When They Call You A Terrorist by Xenia Latii
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It strikes me that to be labelled a terrorist by the US Government – along with the likes of Angela Davis, Assata Shakur, the entire Black Panther Party and countless other black rights activists – is nothing short of an honour. They called Martin Luther King Jr. a terrorist too, but the white American cultural memory is short.

Conversations about mental health are never pleasant. Some are easier than others. Sometimes I can calmly bare my soul to a room full of people about my struggles with anxiety and depression. Other times, I stumble over the word "citalopram" and pretend that my antidepressants are vitamins, for fear of being treated like a "cr*zy person".

Illustration by Arta Ajeti
When I started university, as a Black English literature student, I found my programme heavily weighted towards literature written by straight, white, upper-class men. I rarely found myself reflected in the texts I studied or the people who taught me.

In this episode of New Activists, Munroe speaks with Rianna Walcott about how education syllabuses should be more diverse.

Witch side are you on? by Terri Po
In a world of Sexy Scientist costumes and whitewashed Geisha get-ups, the witch has prevailed as a feminist fallback for socially conscious trick-or-treaters. And, er, we’re about to ruin that for you too...

Illustration by Fran Caballero
Deviance's findom correspondent tells us what it's like to be a black goddess, from objecting to the word 'slave' to making money from black stereotypes

Illustration by Jacky Sheridan
On an ordinary day, on an ordinary dating site, one woman received a request to rinse a man's finances for his own erotic gratification. She agreed, of course...

Illustration by Raj Dhunna
Does filming and sharing the strife of black people harm more than it helps? Rianna Walcott questions the most dangerous black tropes and surveys a history of white gaze on black pain.

Illustration by Jayde Perkin
Uni + alcohol + Snapchat = nudes. Here's Deviance's guide to baring it all without accidentally ruining your life.

A book tunnel at The Last Bookstore, LA. Photograph: James F Martinez

For a visiting student without a car, Los Angeles is a difficult city to make home. It’s vast, sprawling over almost 5,000 square miles, with an infamously poor public transport system. The Last Bookstore is tricky to reach – an hour’s journey from my apartment, but well worth the pilgrimage. While I treat all bookstores as sacred spaces, this spot in downtown LA is uniquely beautiful.