
Bruce and James
By Héctor Vizoso
On Halloween night in 1991, the doorbell rang, and it was Bruce. He was excited and hurried in to tell me to get ready because he had enrolled us in a Halloween competition at the After Dark.
By Héctor Vizoso
On Halloween night in 1991, the doorbell rang, and it was Bruce. He was excited and hurried in to tell me to get ready because he had enrolled us in a Halloween competition at the After Dark.
By Khaled Alesmael
“Genet wrote about Syria and Palestine!” says Naima, the cemetery caretaker, as she turns the key in the gate’s lock, leading me towards the grave of Jean Genet (1910–1986).
By Jim Van Buskirk
Three decades after its 1995 exhibition Gustave Caillebotte: Urban Impressionist, the Musée d’Orsay has co-organized another Gustave Caillebotte retrospective.
By Francis Buseko
While Dakan made waves as the first openly West African queer love story, its significance extends far beyond its historic debut.
By Gregory Walters
Here was Rod Stewart, unabashedly telling anyone who would listen he was friends with a gay man. It’s important that he describes George as “the kindest guy I ever knew.”
By Brian Alessandro
Like the novel by William S. Burroughs on which it is based, Luca Guadagnino’s film adaptation of Queer is less about homosexuality than about the agonies and ecstasies of being a soul trapped in an aging, alienated body.
By Tae Ho Kim
An adaptation of the novel of the same name, which was long-listed for the International Booker Prize, the show will interest anyone curious about learning more about the gay scene in Korea, not merely as a piece of entertainment, but also as a sociological documentary.
By Akram Herrak
I don’t know what I expected from a gay bar—the closest I’ve ever gotten to being in one was when I went to a drag show in Beirut, Lebanon, and still, the place was filled with large groups of friends and a few straight couples…
By Leslie Absher
McCray’s writing focuses on his complex identities in an expansive and non-reductive way. Each a worthy subject, McCray unpacks all facets of his identity, as they are also portals into further exploration.
By Scott Terry
I was still rodeoing, but had given up bull riding. During hunting seasons, a hunting rifle was hanging in the gun rack in the back window of my truck. Being murdered didn’t seem likely, if I could successfully conceal that I was gay.