Category Archive: Sexuality

Do you really want to walk in my shoes?

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault There is a problematic irony in the philanthropy event, Walk a Mile in Her Shoes, which took place on campus this week. I do not want to undermine the… Continue reading

Bystander Behavior in HIS FUCKING HOUSE

My first semester at Gettysburg, I was at a fraternity party with a group of friends from my floor. As a first-year who spent the majority of her Saturday nights in high school… Continue reading

this may mean doing things a bit differently from here on out

OccupyPennHall failed. Embittered by a failed election and its hateful aftermath, students parked themselves in protest. The act precluded and followed an irruption of a faculty meeting. Therein, sitting professors tuned into pleas… Continue reading

Post-College Pride

So I was on this date, right, with a man I met in my hometown. In my hometown, except for a few friends, people don’t really know that I’m trans, that I have… Continue reading

In God We Trust

Almost everywhere I turn I can hear someone saying, “America is a Christian nation!” likely yelled or grumbled with impressive, and sometimes concerning, aggression. I can’t go through a week without this phrase… Continue reading

Allies: what are they good for?

Following the exposure of An Oppression, the well-meaning ask: “What can I do to be a good ally?” The word ally does not resonate with me. As a queer, I have had supposed-allies… Continue reading

The Scars of Stigma

“I do”: two words that conclude the plot lines to hundreds of romantic movies. Two words that Hollywood has imprinted in our minds as the culmination of true love – words that children… Continue reading

But, Why Not?

I am the lucky one. That’s how I’ve felt growing up in backwater Pennsyltucky, yet somehow managing to be openly queer. I came out to my friends and family as bi/pan-sexual in the 8th… Continue reading

The Cross in My Closet

It is no secret that my family is Catholic. The slow pace of my childhood beat out a quiet rhythm of whispered rosaries, genuflect here, cross yourself there, amen. My paternal grandparents stood… Continue reading

I’m Not A Fucking Dragon

When I was little, I pretended to be a wide range of animal-monster hybrids. Not just during play-time but always. I didn’t understand my gender, but what people expected and demanded of me,… Continue reading