My dad and I both love baseball. But for him it’s just a game. For me, it’s about spending time together.
My school is like a tiny utopia, within the already liberal bubble of the Bay Area. But recently, my perception of that community as an accepting, tolerant place, was shaken dramatically.
As a high school senior, I look forward to every break. Thanksgiving is one of my favorites. But I’ve found myself dreading the arrival of this holiday because of college application deadlines.
Many people see their sexual orientation as a huge part of who they are. But for me, my identity isn’t really about who I’m attracted to.
It’s 2017 and some people are still extremely ignorant about race. I get that some people get off on asking ignorant things, but that doesn’t mean I need to give them attention.
As a teenager, I feel like I’m not always encouraged to be myself. But when I go to a screening of Rocky Horror, I’m free to be exactly who I want to be.
When I tell someone my preferred pronouns are they/them/their, I never know what to expect.
I thought I’d be going with my friends to college, but it didn’t work out that way.
As a kid, I didn’t care that my adopted mom was a different race than me. But as I got older, race became more important.