Gender’s a beast, I’m telling you. Not so much all on its own, but because of how society treats it. To most people, it’s binary, fixed, and tied to what your genitals look like. I deliberately said “what your genitals look like“ instead of “your sex“. Most people believe…
In his debut novel, The Marrying Kind, Ken O’Neill demonstrates a keen ear for dialogue and a sharp eye for human behavior. Add to these his dry wit—I laughed, long and loud, several times—and the sum is a wonderful entertainment, loads of fun to read, and very satisfying. Steven…
I became aware of the “Stonewall Riots” through Pride marches and protests while growing up in New York City in the 1970s and 1980s.
For LGBT people in their fifties and up, the future is shorter, and the odds for a marked improvement in their lives accordingly smaller.
Feminism fascinated me greatly because I was taught from childhood that a black woman is supposed to suppress her feminist leanings in order to support the Black man...
In a recent HuffPost-article self-described radical feminist and lesbian Julie Bindel asked “Where’s the Politics in Sex?“ Let’s see… Where is it? Nowhere. Politics is not about whom you sleep with, it’s about the way you view and affect the world around you. Feminism is not about condemning men,…
I believe all Americans, no matter their race, no matter their sex, no matter their sexual orientation, should have that same freedom to marry. Government has no business imposing some people's religious beliefs over others.
Perhaps the most telling revelation in the book is the author’s discovery that sociopaths often use one particular emotion...It’s the ultimate empathic emotion called pity. If you pity someone you let them get away with anything.
“I’ve just concluded that for me personally it is important . . . to go ahead and affirm that I think same-sex couples should be able to get married.” These few words by President Barack Obama, on May 9, 2012, are certain to go down in history as a…
The insidious pattern of hate and tragedy brings to mind the old adage that it’s too late to shut the barn door after the horse has run away.