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And just like that, I felt seen
Santana was hot, she was quick with her slick tongue (and ponytail), and I absolutely loved her voice. Before her, there was the DVD of Set it Off starring Queen Latifah (my all time crush). And throughout my entire journey of realizing I was relating a little too hard and loving way too much of the gay character for this to just be some awesome allyship…there was a looooot of white gay characters that somewhat fit me, but not quite. Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.
By Jay,when I writeabout a year ago in Pride
CONFESSIONS OF A MASK. Content Warning.
In the dim confines of my childhood, I lived in a hoouse shadowed by the heaviness of sickness and old age. My grandmother, "a narrow-minded, indomitable, and rather wildly poetic spirit," consumed my early years with her sharp intellect and bitter demeanor, her illness gnawing at her nerves. She pulled me from my mother's arms on my forty-ninth day, raising me in a suffocating room, "perpetually closed and stifling with odors of sickness and old age." It was here, in this stagnant atmosphere, that my identity, already shaped by exclusion, began to take root in longing.
By ANTICHRIST SUPERSTARabout a year ago in Pride
Extending a Hand not Hatred
I need to take a break from the net, social media can be so tiresome and the amount of ignorance that comes across the screen is absolutely insufferable at times. I found myself quarrelling online, with the obtuse, after watching the documentary, "Will and Harper" a few days ago. It was such a moving display of human vulnerability and compassion, demonstrating how we should positively accept and understand our fellow LGBTQ+ human beings, who may be dealing with a tremendous amount of fear and anxiety because of the differences in their psychological and physiological makeup. The emotions this movie raised within me, no doubt fueled the exasperation I felt with those vilifying and condemning Will for his understanding and Harper for her existence.
By Meko James about a year ago in Pride
A Candle in the Darkness
As a child, I did not possess the knowledge and vocabulary around social structures I have today but I was able to perceive differences in treatment, consideration and respect. Children can tell who belongs to the “in crowd” and who stays out. The signs are clear as day and the messaging is constant. Early on, I integrated the notion that certain people were celebrated and others were not. A specific few were even despised and erased whenever possible—that is, when they were not ridiculed.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Pride
HIV And AIDS
The first time I heard of AIDS, I thought they were talking about the carmel like diet supplements my mother used when I was a kid. Not the same thing and it didn't take long to figure that out. I knew a young man that had contracted HIV sometime after college. I knew he was gay.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Pride
The Pink Shoes
I grew up in the eighties and nineties, a period in England, if not elsewhere, where the word “gay” was still bandied about as an insult at the beginning of my secondary schooling, alongside “poof” and “fag” and (gasp) “lesbian”. By the end of school however, a large proportion of my peers no longer considered “gay” to be an insult, or “poof” and “fag” to be acceptable at all. The jury remained firmly out on (whisper it) “lesbian”. Did the jury come back on that yet?
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Pride
The Unexpected Mirror
I will never forget the evening when, by pure chance, I stumbled upon a novel that would change the way I see the world. I was in a small neighborhood bookstore, idly browsing the titles on the shelves, when a book literally fell at my feet. It was a love story between two women, written with such delicacy and depth that it immediately struck me.
By Fabio Smiragliaabout a year ago in Pride
