To me, magic means resilience and connecting to ancestors who survived the tragedy of the Middle Passage. Magic runs through my veins and feels like my birthright. It’s stronger than white supremacy will ever be.
When I look at this list, I’m fortified knowing that increasingly we are not being asked to choose between our blackness and our queerness as the movement moves forward. We are no longer being asked to do the work, but keep our faces in the shadows.
There’s just some songs that make you want to shout and dance and that make you feel proud to be queer.
These podcasts are for the chingonas, the jotxs, and the baddass Latinxs who need some audio magic in their lives.
“Jessi showed me that it was cool to focus on my ambitions and to form deep relationships with other girls instead of being boy-obsessed.”
“I couldn’t afford to go home, but it was common knowledge among the many international students that, technically, one could remain in the country beyond the visa validity period as long as you were still enrolled in school. So I did.”
“Vibes. It’s all about the energy I share, the energy we share with one another. Whether in public or in private, in romance or otherwise. I think about the deepest times in my life and how I dealt with them through music with a bounce, catchy melodies and poetic sentiments.”
Shraya’s lyrics tease apart the ways in which trans girls’ emotional lives are drawings rendered in chiaroscuro, the play of light and shadow: The power and relief of discovering one’s identity in private intertwined with the pain of objectification and sexual violence.
Boy? Girl? BOY OR GIRL?
Defeating this bill is a matter of life and death to the transgender, gender non-conforming and intersex people of color who depend on Medicaid to survive.
“Soft butches everywhere? I don’t know what your heaven looks like, but this is mine.”
Scarlet isn’t interested in acquitting itself to any man. And as the magazine repeatedly rejects the reductive assumption that sex and feminism and fashion and politics can’t coexist, so does the show itself.
“Whether it’s metallic details, leather-y looks, or fabric that’s slashed or bound together with laces, Robbins often has a spectacular Mad Max: Thunderdome-type thing goin’ on. Hot.”
Claws is not Breaking Bad. Breaking Bad is not Breaking Bad if Walter White isn’t a white man cloaked in respectability. You share that narrative through the eyes of a struggling black woman, a recent parolee, a recovering addict, a lesbian and a former sex worker, and the story changes completely.
I went all the way to New York to get in bed with Gabby Rivera last week, and we talked all about body image, summertime feelings, and America Chavez. It RULED.
I will not celebrate a country in which 11 of the 14 trans people of color murdered this year have been black women. I will not celebrate a country currently run by fascists and white supremacists. I will not eat your bland potato salad. I will not celebrate a country that does not celebrate me.
Beyoncé’s husband released a new album, but what I’m excited about is the track titled “Smile” where his mother, Gloria Carter, comes out as a lesbian.
As millions of people lined busy streets in gayborhoods across the world for Pride weekend, 1.7 billion people began celebrating Eid al-Fitr — where after a long hot month of fasting from dawn to sunset Muslims throw a three-day party (in some places it lasts over ten) celebrating community, good food and impeccable outfits. As two holidays intersected and Queer Muslims began celebrating life at the intersection, a new holiday was born: PrEIDe.
Hollywood’s reluctance to tell the stories of brown girls has always been rooted in — well, racism; but more precisely— the myth that white stories are neutral and, as such, are more relatable to the broader audience. Brown Girls disproves that myth, creating an imminently relatable coming-of-age story.
“The conference serves as a portal to collective dreaming and scheming where barriers become bridges to a more just future.”