“I write to editors all the time and I never hear back,” the young man on the airplane told me. His name was Trey, and he was coming back from the same LGBTQ journalists’ convening I’d just attended. We were ...
It is with great pride that we bring you our latest issue which revolves around not only the 2018 celebration of Atlanta Black Pride, but the struggles and triumphs of LGBTQ persons of color in general. Natu...
When I was a wee lass of 19, my favorite movie was “High Art.” It was/is an indie film centered around the budding romance of fictional photographer Lucy Berliner (played by an impossibly thin Ally Sheedy) and ...
Melvin has a speech impediment to go along with his barely interpretable Southern accent, and he always comes over in the tattered, clay-stained clothes of a blue-collar Southern man who’d rather you paid atten...
In the last issue’s editorial entitled “A Little Too Laid Back,” I shared a mostly upbeat tale about busting my ankle stepping off a curb. I didn’t get into too much detail because, all in all, it’s not the mos...
Me: “Will I live long enough to see an openly gay heir to the throne? Doubt it.” Friend: “I don’t know. That’s what I said about a black president.”I am a huge Anglophile and, like many others, have followed t...
Of all the lousy curbs on this side of our steamy city, I had to go and step off that one. “Rice,” people keep saying over and over. “Oh, you hurt your ankle? Rice! You have swelling? Omg, rice! Does it...
I'll be honest – putting together our annual financial (or “Pink Dollar”) issue is a stone-cold bummer. Taxes and money matters are important, of course, but they're not thrilling. There are only so many dif...
Because every month is White History Month. There, now that we have that out of the way... I didn't start exploring the concept of white privilege until about six or seven years ago. Knowing what I know now,...