girls

I resisted obsession of boy bands and MagCon boys, avoided indulging in makeup until I was in high school, and certainly didn’t claim pink as my favorite color. But why? Why was it necessary for me to avoid these things?

Although Lauv may have been headlining The Greek Theatre on Sept. 15, Hayley Kiyoko’s day ones lined the barricade.

“Cool Girl” is no longer a defining compliment in my eyes. I’ve instead accepted it as a product of the male gaze.

Social prescriptions limit the acceptable forms of love, and among the most difficult norms to defy is monogamy. If your instincts carry you outside social convention — as mine have — you must work all the more diligently for love to succeed.

The notion of preferring one gender strikes me as a very heterosexual way of thinking, but preferences aren’t so crazy, even if you really like all your options. And I often used to wonder: Do I have a preference? And if so, why?

A deaf-mute walks into a convent — it sounds like the beginning of a bad dad joke. Instead, it is the premise of a movie more humorous and inappropriate than anything your father might ever utter.

What if we expanded and improved on that small student bubble of safety to create a society without shame — a collective community, where we meet others and ourselves with acceptance rather than judgment? An idyllic world playground filled with self-aware individuals, who teach children how to love themselves, to honor their bodies, whatever shape they come in, and to honor their preferences, whatever gender or sexuality or fluid, indefinable package they appear in.