My Cardboard Balcony

I'm twenty-six years old, I'm going to San Francisco Pride tomorrow, and I figured this Facebook post I wrote about the Supreme Court ruling on same-sex marriage to be perfect for this introspection. And also partially because I'm lazy. Shut up. Well, everyone, it happened. After years of fighting and court cases and resistance from the opposing side, we woke up this morning to hear that same-sex marriage, by a 5-4 margin, is considered a constitutional right. This is absolutely amazing news and, at least for me personally, a great way to wake up in the morning. But it's not over yet. I guarantee you that we will witness a slew of anti-LGBTQ+ laws in various states, with legislatures passing numerous loopholes in regards to who can opt out of issuing marriage licenses, who can refuse service, and who can discriminate, whether or not it's under the pretense of religious freedom. There will be plenty of angry talking heads claiming that the Supreme Court has no real

My Gay Agenda by Belinda Roddie Step one: Eat cake. Step two: Sleep. Step three: Repeat.

Cynthia had a certain technique when it came to making pancakes, which I really couldn't figure out even while keenly observing. It was more than just the flipping, more than just the stirring of the batter and the greasing of the pan. There was something about the way she bent her wrist, or flicked the very end of the spatula while allowing the breakfast treat to spin into the air before landing, nimbly, onto an adjacent plate.