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Coming out is never a linear process, despite other media narratives suggestive otherwise. Xavier Bettencourt poignantly writes about his journey to self-honesty, authenticity, and honoring his queer inner child.
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Pride isn’t always a festive occasion for everyone, as we commemorate what the LGBTQIA community has endured and survived in past years. Tiffany Babb writes about the complex emotions that arise when we don’t feel celebratory during this month of rainbows and sparkles.
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In light of the Pulse and Tree of Life shootings, Eric Grant reflects on the importance of the legacy of queer history in connection with Tony Kushner’s Angels in America.
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I forced myself to admit that, while things were irreparable, I was still holding on. That I was staying even though I should leave, because I believed her when she said no one else would love me.
Read MoreThe subterfuge is tiresome - my septum ring flipped up every time I come home, hiding the undercuts in my hair with the long hair falling over and my nails trimmed short short short. I’m tired of waiting to tell them.
Read MoreQueer Muslims are sometimes disavowed and shunned by other Muslims, whilst being simultaneously denied by the very LGBT+ communities they turn to for safety. To these individuals, religion and queerness cannot intersect.
Read MoreI remember the list of positions, one-two-three-four-five; the tension in my calves, the brittle arch of my arms as I balanced on the balls of my feet. Ageless, thoughtless reflexes inhabit my body, ghosts in a haunted house. You don’t outgrow what you learn that early on
Read MoreEven my own reflection is too much company this time, flashing up in fractal sections against the glass. Even the open fields, just visible beneath the moon’s outstretched fingers, are too much.
Read MoreIt puzzles me - the concept of belonging has always filled me with some combination of dread and hope. The ghost of this thought follows me everywhere with her bloody feet, persistent and quiet, save for one word:
where?
Read MoreWith every mile I put between me and the fire, I felt safer and calmer.
Read MoreIt’s not just that I belong to multiple oppressed groups; it’s that I feel as if I don’t fit into any one of them.
Read MoreWhen you left, you wrote that no one would mourn your loss. That it wouldn't make an impact. That you'd pass out of the world as anonymously as you'd entered it. You were wrong.
Read MoreThe performance went by fast. Each step, each flourish, each kick felt invigorating. Me inside my body, a home I often leave vacant in a world constantly attempting to ransack me.
Read MoreEvery time I put it on, it is cold. A small piece of metal, a double-sided axe. A skinny black rubber necklace suspends it around my neck; it nestles between my breasts. Originally from Crete in Greece, the labrys is an adopted icon of lesbians.
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