LGBTQ

THANK YOU, JERRY

Steve and Gerry announce they are getting divorced in June 2004.  Gerry tells her children she’s gay towards the end of November 2004.  Gerry tells her children that she is transgender at the beginning of June 2012.  Gerry became Jerry.  I’m one of Jerry’s children.  Despite what some conservatives, some researchers and even some children of LGBTQ parents will say.  I am okay.     My Story  I remember the first time I heard about someone having a transgender parent.   I was watching the E! reality show, Dr. 90210, which told the stories of different plastic surgery patients in the Los Angeles area. One particular episode that aired in 2008 would end up serving as a major foreshadowing moment in my life.  I know you’re probably thinking, how in the world did a reality show foreshadow my act...

I GUESS WE ARE JUST FRIENDS

I wake up a couple of hours later because I’m cold. I see you across the room, sitting at the computer. You’re dressed already. You see that I’m awake and you smile. “I was about to slip out. You were sleeping so good I didn’t want to wake you. I’m just checking my email right quick.” I can tell right away that your mood has changed. You’re no longer as comfortable with me as you were before. This change makes me feel naked and it has nothing to do with what I’m wearing, or the lack thereof. I get up and begin to get dressed. Even though it’s spring and it’s warm, I put on jeans and a lightweight hoodie. I’m familiar with this new mood and it chills me to the bone. It makes me feel nervous and alone. You’re no lo...

QUEER CHICANX

My very existence is a protest. I am a queer, cis-gendered, chicanx woman who is pursuing higher education. To those who do not understand some of my adjectives, look them up. Language is power. Let’s use it. To those of you who did not know a few, if not all, of my adjectives; I am speaking to you directly. This is for you. Knowledge is power but those who hold power control language. We could do both. Why not have power and control language? When we use certain adjectives like transgender-woman, Afro-latina, non-binary, feminist, queer, black; we are taking back our power, we are controlling our language. Because all of these ideas existed before, but we didn’t have a name for them. Once we name something, we give it an identity. Identity is important because it is distinctive and absolu...

RAINBOW WARRIOR – A SONG, A VIDEO AND AN IDEOLOGY

This is 2017. A year that may invoke fear in the hearts of some. For others, it is a year that invokes a sense of responsibility to be creating music to combat such fear. Introducing: TOMBOi – a three piece set of heartthrobs from Jacksonville, Florida. Really, this trio is an all-female queer band that has been creating music for the past three years in this band, but have been playing music for over a decade. TOMBOi just released their first LP: SPECTRUM. Alongside such a powerful project is the premiere of the music video for the track “Rainbow Warrior”. TOMBOi is made up of Alex E. on vocals, keys, digital programing and guitar, Paige McMullen on guitar and Summer Wood on drums -> each player just as unique as the sounds they create. I caught the band in the middle of their mo...

GO LIGHT YOUR WORLD

  “Carry your candle, run to the darkness Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn Hold out your candle for all to see it Take your candle, and go light your world.”  – Chris Rice One of the ways that I’ve tried to fight back against the current darkness of the world, is by finding small ways to bring a little light to others who might need it. While trying to raise awareness with artwork highlighting the heavier issues, such as the refugee crisis, and support for the more vulnerable groups, I started this series.  I wanted to remind myself and anyone viewing, that in the midst of it all, we need to keep trying to carry our candles into the world. A small flame still burns with a fierce and constant heat.       Author: Emily Rivera Email: jejs413...

& I’M FINE TODAY – RIDING THE WAVES OF SOBRIETY & SEXUALITY IN 2017

It was January 1st of this year, 2017. I lay in my bed, a quarter to noon, feeling the feels of a new year upon my mind, body and soul. Yet I also the feeling of a fool; my body aching from alcohol, my mind blurry from booze and my soul scrambled from a severe degree of self-deprecation. Nope, this is not how I envisioned my new year. Nope, this is not how I wanted to wake up. Nope, this is not how I deserved to treat myself and my body. What was I to do? Do it all over again, obviously. It was January 2nd of this year, 2017. I lay in my bed, a friend alongside me, a friend who had disclosed some truths to me the night before, a friend who had the best intentions for me. A friend who had never been “out” with me while I was drinking and came to realize, she did not like the “me” that booze...

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