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THE QUEER NATION MANIFESTO
Text of a manifesto originally passed out by people marching with the ACT UP contingent in the Brand-new York Gay Pride Diurnal parade, 1990. -
How can I tell you. How can I convince you, brother; sister that your life is in danger. That everyday you wake up alive, relatively happy, and a functioning human being, you are committing a rebellious operate. You as an alive and functioning queer are a revolutionary. There is nothing on this earth that validates, protects or encourages your existence. It is a miracle you are standing here reading these words. You should by all rights be dead.
Don't be fooled, straight people have the world and the only reason you acquire been spared is you're smart, lucky, or a fighter. Straight people contain a privilege that allows them to do whatever they please and f--- without fear. But not only do they inhabit a life free of fear; they flaunt their freedom in my confront. Their images are on my TV, in the magazine I bought, in the restaurant I need to eat in, and on the street where I live. I wish there to be a moratorium on straight marriage, on babies, on universal displays of affection among the opposite sex and media images t
The Brevity Blog
By Bethany Bruno
I once participated in a collaborative writing exercise where we each contributed a short passage to develop a shared story. The setting was the rural South in the soon 1900s: dusty porches, hymnals, women stirring pots while watching the horizon for news. One writer turned in a single page that read like a drunk voicemail. Every other word was “fuck” or “shit.” The voice didn’t match the setting, didn’t reveal character, didn’t travel the story. It broke the entire spell. The language wasn’t raw or urgent. It was blaring. And lazy.
That experience stuck with me. It taught me what I now tell myself every second I sit down to revise: profanity is a tool, not a voice. If I overuse it, I’m not making my work stronger. I’m dodging the harder task of writing with precision.
Profanity has its place. Sometimes it’s funny, cathartic, honest. I’ve used it in my own work, especially in nonfiction where it reflects how I think and speak. But lately, I’ve noticed a growing trend, especially in contemporary fiction. Every other word is a curse.
It doesn’t experience intentional.
It doesn’t reveal character.
It doesn’t even escalate tension.
It just fills spa
Billionaire’s Tears
By Vanessa Ricci-Thode
I wake up to the sound of screaming, and realize I’m going to die.
I shoot out of bed, calling for my mother. First thing I’ve spoken clearly in two days.
“Maria!” My mother bursts into my room. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“S-sorry, Mamma,” I whisper, frantically searching for the right syllables so I don’t trip over them and give it all away. I can’t let Mamma suspect I’m dying—or how soon it’ll take place. “Nightmares.”
Mamma’s smile is sad. The world’s finally getting surpass, but not for everyone. For us, still struggling, it’s like it’s only getting worse. Everyone in the family has been having nightmares. But when Mamma accepts my explanation and doesn’t seem bothered by the screaming that surrounds us and has not stopped, to me, anyway, that’s when I know. I acquire a week tops if I’m lucky.
First symptom is head fog, but I brushed off the disorientation as organism overworked—ha, who isn’t, amirite? When the stuttering started, I was in fulfill denial. But the screaming. That’s the last symptom before your brain melts out through your eyes. This is it; I’m fucked.
“Get dressed, baby, you’ll be late for work.”
I smile, forced and
On Zoom, where I recently met with Cara Delevingne, my ’90s-retro, rainbow-speckled button-down was, to my surprise, the first thing that came up.
“Nice shirt,” the model-actress told me, gushing when I mentioned picking it out of my closet in honor of just how queer “Planet Sex” is. The six-episode Hulu docuseries, which features Delevingne as sex-curious host, is still gayer than even the gayest rainbow shirt; within the first rare minutes, Delevingne is judging a gender non-conforming twerking contest. In fact, the entire series, dedicated to the “sexy queertastic people of the world,” is faithful to investigating various realms of queerness — and in doing so, illuminating parts of Delevingne’s own sexuality as a queer genderfluid person. Over the course of the series, she attends her first-ever Identity festival festival and, with the help of Gottmik, the first openly trans actor on “RuPaul’s Kingly Race,” transforms into a butch queenly king.
In our recent interview, Delevingne talked about how Hollywood affected her feelings on being lgbtq+, unlearning the shame around her sexuality, and why her identity now as a public figure is more original than ever.
How much did the current political climat “I embrace the label of bad feminist because I am human. I am messy. I’m not trying to be an example. I am not trying to be perfect. I am not trying to say I have all the answers. I am not trying to utter I’m right. I am just trying—trying to encourage what I believe in, trying to do some good in this nature, trying to make some noise with my writing while also being myself.” Like “I think feminism is grounded in supporting the choices of women even if we wouldn’t make certain choices for ourselves.” Like “It’s hard to be told to lighten up because if you lighten up any more, you’re going to float the fuck away.” Like “I would rather be a terrible feminist than no feminist at all.” Like “When feminism falls limited of our expectations, we decide the problem is with feminism rather than with the flawed people who act in the name of the movement.”
Roxane Gay > Quotes
― Roxane Lgbtq+, Bad Feminist
― Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist: Essays
― Roxane Gay, Awful Feminist: Essays
― Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist
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