Editor’s Note: This article was jointly published with Left Coast Right Watch. To see more about what LCRW does, please check out their website and, to support them, Patreon. On Oct. 27, […]
Guest Author: Nikolai Serban I’m profoundly disappointed in Eugene Pride over their lack of accountability over some of their board member’s hostile and hateful positions towards our community. I’m disgusted that they […]
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 […]
“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 […]
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.
“It’s important to share the stories from all folks fighting for human rights, regardless of their backgrounds, jobs, race, or color of skin. Human rights are for everyone.”
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.
Come what may, the Portland Police Bureau wasn’t going to get involved. I couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing.
Given Oregon’s abhorrent history on race relations, it’s easy to assume the worst about the origins of the name “Swastika Mountain.”
Let Eugene Pride be another example for kink acceptance – and it doesn’t have to be a Folsom Street Fair-type event.
