I’m going to be frank — what the fuck?!
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.
“Black Trans women led the fight, in their honor Queers unite”
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.
There is a silent and nearly invisible epidemic that is consuming lives, traumatizing bodies, and places unjust burdens on Gay Oregonians: sexual violence.
Libraries and the books they serve are more than just bastions of knowledge and mutual aid, they’re sanctuaries, and, at times, the only shelter in a storm. Many Queer youth find solace […]
Queer bodies are never truly ours in the eyes of the patriarchy. Our Queerness is policed and restricted within confines that we, ourselves, did not create or consent to.
When the calls for molotovs and clenched fists sound, Queer resistance fighters refuse to stand back and stand down.
Oregon is building a new future that we all have a stake in, a future that seeks to mend the wounds inflicted by the war on drugs.