As my therapist pointed out to me recently, I’ve lost a lot of people in the few years, most notably, my older brother. I don’t pretend to be an expert on grief – on the contrary, I generally feel like I’m doing it wrong. But over the last 24 months, I’ve learned that...
Ten years ago, I waited in line at midnight for the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, then spent the next 36 hours reading it non-stop, pausing only to cry and occasionally eat. I recently began re-reading the books and taking in other Potter-universe...
My Oscar party crew was a pretty representative cross-section of my community: women, trans and nonbinary folks, people of color, queers, and a cat. We hadn’t seen a lot of the nominated movies, but we had very strong opinions on who we wanted to win and who we wanted...
In college, I wrote a paper about Negro Faggotry, particularly as represented by the “Men on Film” bit on the sketch comedy show In Living Color. The term “negro faggot,” coined by queer Black filmmaker and professor Marlon Riggs, refers to a stereotype about Black...
There are so many roots to the tree of anger that sometimes the branches shatter before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before they march discussing the problematic girls they hire to make them free. An almost white counterman passes a waiting brother to...
