Today is National Coming Out day, and I’d like to take a moment to say how proud I am to be a part of the LGBTQAI+ community. We are strong, courageous, and absolutely fabulous. I’m especially proud to have been a member of Gamma Rho Lambda while attending UCLA. I love and miss all of my siblings, and hope their lives are treating them fantastically…

By knowing Joy, I knew grace

Reading the article “Unfollowed” by Adrian Chen about Megan Phelps-Roper, her sister Grace, and their departure from the Westboro Baptist Church (WBC) in The New Yorker reminded of a story I often tell from my early life in Kansas. I’ve always told this story in small, private…

I don’t see a problem with parents putting an infant girl into a onesie that says, “Hi! I have a vagina.” That is what parents are effectively doing when they dress their girl in pink, but they are doing so uncritically. Using the color code instead of the text labels invites sexism. That most of this sexism is unconscious doesn’t change the fact…

In simple and unnuanced terms, when sex and gender are confused for one another, gender takes a reputation hit for the bad behavior of sex. The doctor looks a baby, sees a penis or a vagina, and a lifetime of gendered expectations begins. Except we aren’t really talking about gender yet. We are talking about a socially constructed reality that is…

On Coming Out Day ~ Redux

This is becoming my annual Coming Out Day post. Have thinky thoughts on that whole coming out thing.

I’ve got mixed feelings about Coming Out Day. On the one hand, I understand it’s importance, the necessity for some to have this day. On the other, I almost…

Queerplatonic relationships: the lesser known relationships

I remember that some weeks ago was Valentine’s Day weekend. Preceding Valentine’s Day weekend was a frenzy of commercialized romance. Chocolate shops decked out in shiny crimson red ribbons and heart-shaped boxes of sweets…

Desabafo sobre amor

Ainda me lembro do meu primeiro beijo — gay. Foi numa balada, em Copacabana, aos meus 18 anos. Eu estava tão ansioso pra beijar e provar que eu, de fato, era atraente, que nem me importei com quem era, só queria beijar. E beijei um rapaz. E gostei. Eu já tinha beijado uma vez — uma menina — e…

Why the “Confederate Flag” and the “LGBT Pride Flag” are two, very different things

So I’ve seen a few things fly by on my social media feeds and the like that say something like this:

Since the “Confederate Flag” is so offensive and must come…