When gender non-conforming Bois like me get punched in the face, it’s always our fault
There’s always something more I should have done.
Heteronormativity makes us prey: At 15 I believed acting out my crushes was worse than being exploited by strangers
I was more afraid of being found out than of being harmed.
When liberal orgs tell QTPOC to “bring your full self to work,” it’s a lie. I know because I fell for it.
By recognizing the unwritten rules and expectations for what they are, we can better navigate these spaces or leave them altogether to build our own.
For all the poor Black kids who become prey for rich white liberals
He knows he can ruin poor Black folks lives, and then just retreat into his money with no guilty conscience. A monster.
I wanted to stop suffering like Jamel Myles. Here’s what I learned about youth mental health
By Nickolas Gaines Content Note: Suicide, homophobia, bullying The first time I attempted suicide, I was a high school freshman. An email circulated around my friend group that said I was gay, and it was also posted up by the…
“We’ve never been this close”: Why I needed to capture Black brotherly intimacy in these photos
Filmmaker Emir Fils-Aime and Music Producer Anthony Avery photographed by Gioncarlo Valentine. “Black men loving Black men is THE revolutionary act.” - Marlon Riggs Gioncarlo A few months ago I asked two friends to sit for a series of portraits so…
Bondage theology and how to heal the body trauma of Black folks.
In an unhealed state, inflicting pain is the only way we know divinity.
No closet religion: a southern Black queer boy speaks of home.
I’ve found home in myself, and that whisper within promises that it is okay to never hide the God I serve.
You can’t grow flowers in poisoned soil: when men live from the wounds of little boys.
By Yolo Akili So much of it starts with the little boys we used to be. It starts with the ideas about the world that these little boys created in order to understand the confusion and the pain around them…
Our Hands Are Also Bloodied: Exposing Intimate Partner Violence in The Black Queer Community
by John Fleurimond “I need to see it,” I grabbed my friend’s iPhone after she refused to hand it over. I opened the camera application and there it was: my face. Blood flowed from my brow. Speckles of it got…
