There’s no better metaphor for Reaganomics, is there?
I’m going to be frank — what the fuck?!
ut I’m never alone here, and that’s probably for the best. The patches of beauty still left in the world are best enjoyed with other people.
Saying goodbye–a real, tearful, honest, final goodbye–is one of the hardest things to do.
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.
As members of the “alphabet mafia” are well aware of, Queerness is often coded —think Miguel and Tulio from Road to El Dorado— and countless Disney villains. Because Queerness exists and manifests itself in both metaphysical and physical ways—and in tandem with both Queerphobia and heteronormativity—only a fraction of the world is Queer.
In terms of this physical plane, there are no free lunches. Everything costs something; time, money, energy. Often spending one of these things results in the production of another thing to spend. Work either makes or finds sustenance, which in turn provides the very life energy required to work to find sustenance. It is a cyclical process, one known under many names: the circle of life, the life cycle, the tree of life.
“Black Trans women led the fight, in their honor Queers unite”
This is a preview of an ongoing project Oregonians are starting to pay more attention to the fact that many eastern counties in Oregon want to form what has come to be […]
As a Queer journalist at a mostly Queer media outlet whose first published article involved Pride, I should be able to write an absolute banger of a Pride article.