I Am Resurrected by the Dawn Each Day: Abuse, Assault, and Love—A Letter

By Kathryn Queirolo Preface: Between 2012 and 2015 I was in a toxic relationship with someone I considered a friend. Between 2014 and 2015 I was subjected by this person to sexual abuse. This is a letter to that person. But, as is so often the case with stories of trans/queer survival, this is not [...]


By Danny Perkins Artist Note: Because of my struggles dating as a queer and trans person, and lack of relationships due to my difficulty navigating the queer dating scene as someone without a lot of experience,​ I've mostly kept to myself in these past years. I'm a part of the vibrant LGBTQ+ community on campus, and [...]

How can I save you when I can’t save myself?

CW: Eating Disorders By Emma Brant I see you calculating restricting controlling your body three times a day. I see me crying confused wishing that I was normal. I see how you hide pretend fake your wellbeing for others. I see how I glorified romanticized embodied the disease that devoured my body. I see you [...]

I’m Sick of White Kids Telling Me What’s What.

Written by Jae Bates Content warning: mention of child sexual-abuse Over the weekend, the Associated Students of the University of Puget Sound (ASUPS) Cultural Competency Programmer brought Alok Vaid-Menon to campus to perform Femme in Public. Alok is a “gender non-conforming performance artist, writer, educator, and entertainer” according to their site biography and a described as [...]

To Oriana — My Aaliyah

A Poem by Tomicia Blunt   I think about you a lot more here it doesn’t hurt as much to say your name to remember   I have a lot of your pictures on the wall they seem like broken memories   I didn’t understand the importance of the picture             it’s ability to capture [...]

Meeting Momaday

By Haley Newman ​N. Scott Momaday introduces himself. ​“I’m Scott Momaday,” he says, waving from his wheelchair. Born in 1934 at the Kiowa and Comanche Indian Hospital in Lawton, Ohio, Momaday grew up primarily in Arizona and New Mexico. The rich bass tenor of his voice is somewhat unexpected. We are at the president’s residence, [...]

Too Tired to Protest

It’s hard not to feel like I’m being a bad activist because I don’t share a lot on social media, am not attending a lot of public protests, and am not being as visible as I could be. But I’m tired.