Since the beginning Pride has been over-the-top and hypersexual, because it has to be. The homophobes denying us our rights are saying, to no uncertain terms, that we shouldn’t be (as consenting adults) allowed to have sex with who we choose. If we were to white-wash Pride into being only something that those very conservatives would be comfortable with, then we would be doing the entire LGBT movement a disservice.
“There are no GAY scenes. There are scenes with people in them.”
On Saturday, The New York Times continued to report on 80 million millennials as if they were one horrible person, with an op-ed clearly published to incite a reaction
With focus having been sufficiently stolen, most critics didn’t give this film a second look, which is extremely unfortunate.
Everything is so emotional!
On Thursday, in a move that feels much more at home at gossip-sites like Gawker, Daily Beast reporter Nico “straight-with-a-wife-and-child-and-me-thinks-he-doth-protest-too-much” Hines, published a piece of clickbait, titled, “I Got Three Grindr Dates in an Hour in the Olympic Village.”
You’ve begun making life-altering realizations, like that if you refrigerate your crackers it cools down your soup faster.
Which one are you?
BtVS, is still the most apt metaphor for being apart of the LGBT+ community that I’ve yet to see.
June is here, and Gay Pride is at our doorstep once again. Since I am unemplo—a young professional weighing his options—this to me means a chance to have that weekend-long bender I’ve been waiting for.