By: Maggi Reedel The Stonewall Riots and Social Solidarity Among the Gay Community The events that occurred outside of the Stonewall Inn in 1969 hold a sort of mythic quality caused by collective effervescence and uncertainty; it is still debated, fifty years later, what actually sparked the initial riot. While it is still contested…Continue Reading Stonewall Riots and Solidarity
By: Tabitha Gonia https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qzCsp-mOYg Lyrics: Sick of summer Sick of school Sick of feeling like I’m missing out on you We’re both leaving way too soon We can’t make up for that in one afternoon But I want to, yeah, I want to How I wanna be near you Oh, I want to, yeah, I…Continue Reading Rendezvous
For the Sisters Facing Tough Shit By: Andrea Repetz I’m here to say I see you. Being a sibling in the wake of chaos is a position that often goes without recognition. I just want to give you a pat on the back for weathering the layers of waves. Because to be the…Continue Reading For the Sisters Facing Tough Shit
By: Sydney Vincent It was in the city of New York that there lived a rich family named the Frumps, who lived atop of their large apartment building in the most grandiose suites known to man, overlooking the lights and streets below. The father, Donald Frump, was a successful entrepreneur with the most luscious golden locks and smooth…Continue Reading Baron Frump
By: Joanna Messineo Darkness is Fear The light clicks off and you’re all alone in the room. Trust me, there are no monsters here, Mom had promised, but that was easier to believe when the light from the hall had seeped into all the corners of your room. Now, those same corners are blanketed…Continue Reading Thoughts on Darkness
By: Grace Shelton I know I should eat lunch. The skinny girls walking around campus probably still eat lunch. I haven’t eaten since four o’clock yesterday, nothing more than some tofu and rice; it makes sense to have another meal now and then dinner again at four o’clock today. Or maybe I should save that…Continue Reading Angeles
By: Lexie Pellegrin I’d grown accustomed to the sound of muffled yelling at a very young age; through three layers of My Little Pony coloring pages and a thick blanket strategically tacked to the hallway entrance leading to my bedroom, I could just barely make out some of the lethargic words that launched from Rod’s mouth. Something about a whole bench, a…Continue Reading We’re Okay
By: Andrea Repetz I’m here to say I see you. Being a sibling in the wake of chaos is a position that often goes without recognition. I just want to give you a pat on the back for weathering the layers of waves. Because to be the sister of someone facing some of the…Continue Reading For Sisters Facing Tough Shit
