After Orlando, thoughtless words don’t help
By E.A. Perper
Every member of the LGBTQ community has at least one “bad ally” story.
I’ve heard these stories from my former classmates, my close friends, and my colleagues on the board of The Frederick Center, a nonprofit that provides resources, education, and support to the LGBTQ community in central Maryland.
The stories usually involve well-meaning straight, cis-gender people who are so quick to speak of their needs or experiences that they fail to hear the voices of the people with whom they claim to stand in solidarity. These moments are integrated into our larger identity as queer people.
Dispatches from the heart of Trump mania
By Aaron Cantú
The week has felt like a familiar nightmare come true. A possible Trump presidency facilitated by an unprecedented convergence of security forces and imperiled only by Clinton II is a dystopian plot line straight out of Gen-X pop culture. One relic from that era appeared at the Republican National Convention in the form of the nostalgia-trip band Prophets of Rage—a group made up of remnants of Rage Against the Machine and Public Enemy. I arrived at the vacant lot where the band was performing for hundreds on the first sunny afternoon of the convention, a few miles from downtown Cleveland. Although intended to “Make America Rage Again,” the Prophets’ performance, mostly songs from the ’90s, felt more like a warning: dream darker.
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