Empowerment
Carry Pride in your Heart (Micro-nonfiction)
My First Pride I will always remember my first Pride event. I went to one at the approximate age of 11/12. My identity at the time was confined to the pressures placed upon it by others. I was a straight ally, practicing Catholic with a growing curiosity for the LGBT+ community. Little did tiny WriterWoman know, she would grow up to be a proud member of the LGBT+ community. That was the start of my journey, my self-discovery.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Pride
Civil Rights: Then, Now & Forever
The Civil Rights Movement: Then, Now & Forever The Civil Rights Movement is one of the most iconic revolutions in the history of the United States. The movement was a decades-long revolution for social justice and equal rights by African-Americans that spanned from the 1950s to the end of the 1960s.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Pride
You’re Delusional if You Think Queer People Are Responsible for This Moral Panic
There is this tiring argument that happens on the Internet (and in real life), where whenever something bad happens —i.e., an election doesn't go well, a terrible law is passed, a court decision reverses a group's rights, etc.—people try to push the blame onto the person or group hurt.
By Alex Mell-Taylor3 years ago in Pride
The Knight's Error
Hazel slashed her borrowed sword through the spiny, overgrown vines, creating a jagged path to the crumbling castle. She was grateful for her secondhand armor–she could hear the thorns scraping angrily against the metal, longing to tear her flesh but unable to gain purchase. She wondered how many knights had failed simply because they could move no further without a steed (surely, no horse would endure the torture of a thousand tangled scratches) or blinded by forgetting to secure the visor of their helmet. Hazel’s visor may have been twisted in spots and rusting in others, but she had ensured it would hold against the terrors of the vines. She was thankful for the months of studying she’d ensured prior to her quest. She’d snuck into her father’s shop to repair her brother's weathered armor as best she could, and she appreciated her efforts had not been in vain.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Pride
