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While the Oglesby Union is being rebuilt, we will not have a Pride Center. 😭 So come say your final goodbyes to the Pride Center this Thursday and enjoy some free food from Moe's! 🥙🌯 We're trying to be #sustainable so bring your own bowl and utensils! 🍽
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Blake didn’t realize they were transgender for a long time because of inadequate access to information as a Deaf person. Now they’re sharing their own story online so other Deaf trans people know they’re not alone.
Blake’s Instagram: @vlogsbyblake
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here, have some happy girls and their girlfriends/wives/significant others ♥
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dear past self,
you’ve made it. you’re still here and i’m so proud of you! :)
(he/they)
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Miss Major in The Trans List (2016)
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“If you don’t see femmes as queers, it’s because you choose to not see us. You are invested in our erasure. We are here. We have always been here.”
Femme Space is a photo project exploring queer femme identity and reclamation of space. Queer femmes of all genders choose locations and co-conspire with photographer, Amanda Arkansassy Harris to reclaim sites of marginalization, erasure and invisibility through portraiture. Femme Space exists to draw attention to the experiences of queer femmes and amplify our stories in art and media.
Find out more about the project here.
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https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/trans-model-launches-viral-campaign-first-trans-woman-color-cast-victorias-secret-194703152.html
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Meet Marvia Malik, Pakistan’s first transgender TV news anchor! (via BBC)
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“I have chosen to struggle against unnatural boundaries.”
– Gloria E. Anzaldua
I have a distinct memory of being maybe 6 or 7 years old and really wanting to paint my nails.
I don’t remember whether or not I had been explicitly told by that point that nail polish was “not for boys”; I implicitly knew that I would be punished if I was found giving myself a manicure. So rather than taking a risk by putting on pink polish, I reached for my grandmother’s bottle of topcoat. “It’s clear,” I told myself, “So no one will see it.” It would be my little secret, and I would have the satisfaction of having painted my nails despite there being no color. Granted, my mom did find it odd that my nails were a little extra shiny that day, but I don’t remember being scolded or punished for it.
That’s how my gender has been for most of my life – skirting by, flying low, taking the tiniest bit of risk as not to be seen. I have always been drawn to softer, “feminine” things, they have always been innately appealing to me. I loved watching people put on makeup. When I would accompany my mom to the nail salon I would be mesmerized as I watched the nail technician create miniature works of art on people’s nails. I’ve always wanted to wear bright pastels and floral prints and dresses and all kinds of things considered to be “only for women”. And I have tried dipping my toes in the waters here and there but have managed to have those impulses socialized and shamed out of me by my family, my peers, and more recently in my life, hypermasculine gay men.
I have up until now accepted my cisgender-ness as a fact, never questioning, never asking “Well, maybe…?” out of fear and a desire to, again, fly low and out of sight. I have never felt safe to really think about the question. When your body is a site of violence, your trauma and anxiety demands you avoid everything that would jeopardize your safety, even in the smallest way.
So I kept shelving the conversation. Kept making excuses. My mind would ask me, “Are you really a cis dude tho??” and I would always answer yes. When people would refer to me as a “man” I would bristle and feel sick, but I would tell myself, “Well, that’s because masculinity and ‘manhood’ is associated with so much toxicity, you just don’t want to be associated with that.” But the more I probed that thought, the more it really didn’t hold up. As I tried pushing away the thoughts, they grew louder. I thought, ‘Well maybe I am more genderfluid or nonbinary, but I don’t necessarily feel safe exploring that,’ as I live at home with my parents. I became more depressed and frustrated.
A few weeks ago I was in Boston. I lived there for a year and I made a lot of really amazing, beautiful queer friends up there who always see me for me. Even though Boston is racist and blindingly white, it is a city that allowed me, free from the watchful eyes of family and peers, to step completely into myself in ways that Philadelphia has not. While I was up there, I made a spur of the moment decision to buy hella makeup – lip gloss, highlighter, some liquid eyeshadow, $5 press on nails that turned my hands into talons. I went over my friend Alice’s house for a birthday party that weekend and wanted to really glam it up. Because of the aforementioned press-on nails- which left me looking fierce but incapable of doing much of anything – my friend Lily did my makeup. I remember looking in the mirror when she was done. Looking at the highlighter, the lips, clothes that made me feel like me, and I said, “Look at yourself, bitch. You look like you.”
I wanted that feeling to last forever.
So when I came back home I thought about what that experience meant for me and named it, for the first time: I decided I want to use they/them pronouns because they feel most aligned to who I am.  Nonbinary femme is the best description. Nonbinary because the gender binary cannot hold me. Femme because…
Femme is everything that I am.
Femme encompasses all the words and phrases that describe me: soft, a little fiery, sensual, perra, loud when I want to be, strong, atrevida, extra, glam.
So this is me. Your favorite femme.
I still feel afraid though.
I think about the harassment and violence that queer & trans folks, especially trans women of color, face on a daily basis for being ourselves and living our truths.
I think about the physical, emotional, and spiritual violence I have endured over the course of my life for stepping even just a little bit out of the norm.
I thought about all this when I was in Boston, on the T, going on a Target run. I had painted my nails a bright, neon pink in a shade called “Girls Tell All”. I was a little nervous about showing my nails off and so I kept them either in my pockets or covered up with gloves since it was cold out. My stop was coming up, and I got up to make my way to the door. I made a conscious decision not to cover up my nails as I reached for the pole to hold on as the train came to a stop. Sometimes even the tiniest actions are great risks that require courage. I was nervous, but in the same moment, I felt a calm wash over me. I felt as though maybe a queer ancestor was speaking to me, inhabiting my body for a brief moment, because I began to tell myself:
“Nothing in life is without risk. Just stepping outside the house every day is a risk.”
Some sort of violence or danger could occur at any moment, regardless of how you go out into the world. We are never truly 100% safe, except perhaps in the spaces we construct ourselves and with the people who love us for us, and even then it is never truly guaranteed. But the point is, I don’t want to live my life in constant fear. I don’t want to fly low anymore.
I want to live boldly, as the person God made me and calls me to be.
Ricky Cintrón is a queer Puerto Rican living in Philadelphia. Their writing appears in Meetinghouse. You can follow Ricky on Twitter and Instagram.
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We are so excited to announce our Spring guest speaker, Dylan Marron! You may know Dylan from his unboxing videos on Seriously.TV or his role as Carlos on Welcome to Night Vale. Most recently he’s been working on a podcast called Conversations With People Who Hate Me. Join us this Thursday, April 5 in Club Downunder to hear him talk about being a queer content creator.
This event is free with a valid ID (FSU or otherwise). You must be 18+ years old to attend.
https://www.youtube.com/user/dylanmarron
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We’re closing the semester with our annual Pride Banquet! Come get some free food 🍗 and meet the 2018-2019 Executive Board 👥 next Thursday in the Union Ballrooms! Semi-formal is suggested, but not required. Just look cute!✨
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Are you guys open to grad students or is it mostly undergrads?
Most of our members are undergrads but all our events are open to the public, which includes grad students! - Pat
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I’m on antibiotics for chlamydia. Can I still have sex if I use a condom?
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Someone asked us:
Can I have sex with a condom while I’m on the antibiotics for having cylmdia
If you’re being treated for chlamydia, it’s best to avoid sex until 7 days after finishing your medicine. This gives your body time to clear up the infection completely to make sure it doesn’t get passed on to anyone.
If you’ve been having sex with the same person for a while, it’s a good idea for them to get tested for chlamydia, too, and for you both to wait until you’re done with your antibiotics before having sex again. Otherwise, you could keep passing it back and forth.
Antibiotics are really good at kicking chlamydia’s you-know-what, but it’s still a good idea to get tested again in a few months to make sure your chlamydia is gone.
-Emily at Planned Parenthood
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Damian is our March QT Pie!
Damian (he/him) is a senior majoring in Psychology with a minor in Family & Child Sciences. He's a Pride U-Fellows alumnus and is currently in PeaceJam and the Acaphiliacs. He loves dogs and hopes to one day own his own practice in a low-income community. We're so glad to call you our#QTPieOfTheMonth!
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