Gold, Siler, Bronze and Rainbows
With the curtain now having drawn to a close on the celebration that has been the (somewhat delayed) 2020 Olympic Games, the feats of those athletes who identify as LGBTQ are being celebrated like never before in history. There have always been gay athletes who have excelled in their chosen sports, and won Olympic medals, but for the most part it wasn't until they had finished their careers before they would show their true selves to the world.
The Unsettling Airs of Malus
Above the sea by eight kilometers, exactly (at a slope of sixty degrees), tiring at varied intervals, but more easily now as airs thinned, Ezra and Abel ended then (for the shared, growing sense that each foot added weight). Arriving, fatefully, at a scanty glade for rest, with its furthest limits bound by a forgotten rivulet, feeding a natural wading pool, emptied (the fragrances of which now permeated open airs with enticing, yet modest aromas). It babbled, daily, with ferocious intent, but less force than the now silent river. The rivulet and the river, from angles, resounded from the nearby ridges. But the rivulets’ echo had, momentarily, stayed beyond eyes’ view, obscured from hearing for ripe, heavy mists. As its clearer waters escaped the glades’ edge for a turgid river, their ears lost its ferocious depths while ascending (leaving behind no less of its noxious odors, pooling as sweat, than its turbid waters, muddied for too much forest during recent deluges). It had been a warm day, as the sun blazed, ceaselessly, with the glories (ingratiating as the ‘heir apparent’ to mid-day skies). Ezra, now admittedly lost (his confession by patient wheedling), had traced it for a few kilometers by its audible depths, which had broken by the natural, acoustic barriers of boughs layered for distance.
This is the best one so far
In this video this lovely young boy told his father he was gay. I have seen many videos where the parents blow up at their child, yet again kick them out of the house. The father in video did everything in my opinion the right way. He asked non threatening questions like are you sure? When that was confirmed he sits on the bed next to his son and starts talking to him. He does as a father giving advice to his young son, while showing his son he loves and supports him. This is lovely and just what this boy needed at that time. You could tell he was nervous and even backed himself into a little corner.
Pride is just the beginning...
Pride. For a single word it holds so many meanings and feelings for all of us. It could be an academic achievment, moving on from a relationship, just being proud of who you are as a person- all of these and more. And today, I'd like to tell you all what Pride means to me.
Pretty, for a Lesbian
On the outside I roll my eyes and laugh when someone asks my girlfriend and I if we are sisters. I don’t want to be a stereotype – the angry, queer woman who takes offence to everything and needs to get over herself, because Toronto is way more inclusive than say, Russia or Hungary. So I smile, and agree that yes, things have gotten much better.
Growing up in this day in age makes me feel like I have aged well past 23 / Being taught how to fill in a bubble completely, how to never write outside the designated area, how to break open a test packet with a Number 2 pencil, how to put my pencil down when I am told, to sit down and shut up and to cover up when I am told //
Story of the Woulfe
I have been called quite “unconventional”. I am the black sheep of the family so to speak. I am the only California born and raised from a family that comes solely from Texas and the Southern states as well as Pennsylvania apparently. But me? Well I would probably be shunned if I were to ever go where my blood family is. But that’s okay with me. Your real family is truly chosen right? Anyway. It took ALOT to get to where I am now. I’ll start off with this. I’m a Pansexual Transgender Man. For those of you that may not know what that means, it means I was born biologically female, but as I grew up I realized I was not, despite my efforts to conform. And being Pansexual means I do not care what’s in your pants, it’s your soul, your aura, that attracts me.
What helped you when you were trying to figure out who you are. What videos did you watch on YouTube? What books did you read? What TV shows did you watch?
BAKING THE HATE OUT OF HATRED
I walked the drizzling streets of New York until I entered a bakery shop that had boarded windows, except one that had dilapidated foam creations on display in the window. Inside the shop, an old white man dressed in an apron approached me. His movements were slow but brash. His skin was overrun by sunspots and wrinkles, and a stern expression was on his face. I immediately understood that the old man was not the type to hashtag the winner of Rupaul’s Drag Race anytime soon.
Table for One
Remnants of the store-bought, single-sliced chocolate cake hid in the slits of Liam’s teeth creating a faint bittersweet taste. The semi-sweet aftertaste reminded him of happier times, but those memories left emotional bruises. He knew he could never return to those days where his entire family would gather around him, and the largest homemade chocolate cake singing off-key in celebration. His eyes would dance with flames of excitement as a warm radiant smile was plastered across his face. Even as he used every muscle in his body to inhale, his smile lingered in the corners of his lips. Their cheers would erupt loud enough to rattle the windows as he expelled all of the air from his lungs to blow out every last candle in a single breath. Those were the moments he used to live in, as he felt unconditionally loved or so he thought. Much like the cake fragments lurking in his mouth, his memories had dwindled over time and had lost the value of when they had first occurred. Especially now, as he sat alone at the kitchen table eating a sad excuse for cake in the dark.
from Protest to Parade : the activism of Drag & Pride
Just a few thoughts and processes. Its as though it was in another lifetime, the eager will of assembly. The urge to unite and protest in aid of a humans who seek to love freely. Gay pride is the affirmation of dignity, equality and increased visibility of a spectrum of queers individuals.
Right to Grow
“Ooh, this is so cool!” Zora’s voice echoes from ahead of them, bouncing off of the concrete walls of the abandoned structure they’ve found.