Guest Author: Nikolai Serban Evangelicals have long accused our community of having a secret plan to take over America, recruit their children, and destroy their Christian Family Values, replacing them with ambiguous […]
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, […]
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.
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.
