On Nov. 15, POOR Magazine—a California-based indigenous, working-class, and “people-led” media collective—held workshops at two of Eugene’s houseless camps. The workshops centered around “homefulness,” or “the homeless solution to homelessness,” as said […]
On Oct. 20, Eugene’s Shelton McMurphey Johnson House hosted a fashion show. Anthony “Tony” Guy presented his latest fashion lineup titled Paul Alexander RTW Spring/Summer Collection 2022. Despite the chill of fall’s […]
On Oct. 24, the Eugene Pride board of directors met on Zoom two months after their 2021 Pride event for their October feedback meeting. It began just after 2 p.m. and ended […]
It’s over… I’ve seen KISS for what will be the final time — unless something comes up all of a sudden and the four-piece band currently consisting of Paul Stanley, Gene Simmons, […]
“Equality for Queers and Queer liberation is not the same thing. Equality in your community may, simply, mean acceptance into the power structures of white supremacy — to possibly dorn a white […]
On Friday, Oct. 8, Eugene’s Park Blocks were lit up with activity as the center transformed into an art gallery hosted by ArtCity beginning at 7 p.m. Every year since 2018, ArtCity, […]
There are those who like the doctors, and those who do not. I was a strange sort of child, and enjoyed going to the doctors. I liked knowing what was going on with my body, and still do. Unlike other sciences, the medical field was one that felt closer to truth. I could trust the diagnostics, the examinations and suggestions, because cold, hard facts backed their claims. I felt as if my person was more mine the more I knew of its functions, so regardless of what afflictions put me there in the first place, I found comfort in those bleak offices.
Given how little others knew of what was going on with 109, I was surprised to find that I actually didn’t have to dig far, if much at all.
Editor’s Note: This article contains racist imagery and caricatures, which we have included to provide historical context for the subject matter.
The United States has a deep history of secret fraternal organizations — “Good ol’ boy” groups for the privileged white, Christian, middle-class men and others deemed worthy of inclusion. In other words, current-day chuds. These secretive boys clubs afford their members opportunities for camaraderie, entertainment, and networking.
Allow me to start by saying: there is no gay handbook out there folks. You do not wake up one day instantly an all-knowing gay. There is no gay stork. No gay Santa Claus leaving presents with cards that read “To: Gay, Love: Santa.” Not even a goddamn courtesy call from your local coffee shop. Queer-hood has been a battle of self discovery that the likes of straight-hood has never seen.