Editor’s Note: This film festival review includes spoilers. The 17th Annual DisOrient Asian American Film Festival of Oregon returned to Eugene and was mostly held virtually this year due to the ongoing […]
It is neither here nor there why the great rainbow decided to take Betty White. Asking why someone as influential and yet still in possession of their essential humanity has been stripped […]
In a city with just one Queer bar and less than a handful of LGBTQ+ organizations, Eugene lacks the expansive Queer community, resources, and spaces that our brethren in Portland, San Francisco, […]
On Nov. 9, late into the evening, the Newberg School Board voted 4-3 to remove Superintendent Dr. Joe Morelock. Two days later, on Nov. 11—Veterans Day—the community responded in protest outside of […]
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.
Let Eugene Pride be another example for kink acceptance – and it doesn’t have to be a Folsom Street Fair-type event.
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.
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.