Five years ago I had a hysterectomy. It was a direct result of a women’s disease called endometriosis (www.endometriosis.org). Three months after I had my hysterectomy, I went to New York City to visit my family. In conversation about how I was feeling and how much...
It was almost summer break during high school, the year I’d come out. I was on a date. With a girl. Who I liked. Who liked me. We met in the gay neighborhood of our city. Here, no one cared that we held hands, that Aisha was black and I was Hapa (half Asian),...
This is from earlier this year… something that I find utterly sad, evidence of why some of us deal with so much crap as QWOC. I don’t particularly enjoy ragging on Colombia, but this is insane: Translation: Jorge Alfredo Vargas: “In an...
Today you will see me celebrating in the freshman dining hall, passing out rainbow-colored cake as one of the LGBT proctors and cheering queers on. It’s the 20thanniversary of a great celebration, and I look forward to it. That said this day should not come without a...
I talked to a friend about the last post, and she posed that very simple question. To begin with: Having to justify the way my family and I, as a queer woman of color, view the world. My family is comprised of immigrants to various countries (not just the U.S.) and...
