Enough of stereotypes. Allow me to save you from the sea of high school coming out stories currently plaguing the “LGBTQ+” section on Netflix.

Consuming media as a queer person can be challenging. Not only because usually just existing as a queer person is challenging, but because most shows aren’t meant for us. Hollywood has a track record of mistreating LGBTQ+ characters and audiences: queerbaiting, killing the gays, ambiguous bisexuals, the list is depressingly long.

But this article isn’t about making you angry at the cishet, white, old men who produce over 80% of mainstream entertainment (though you probably should…

What are fans to do when the woman who made us believe in celebrating differences and the power of love, turns out to be a transphobe?

My love of reading started when I found a copy of Philosopher’s Stone in my sister’s room. I learned English through Wolfstar fanfics and laughed my way through My Immortal and AVPM. Hell, I even wrote my undergraduate thesis on how HP fanfiction tropes replicate the fandom’s dynamics as a community. I am a Potterhead, through and through.

I am also someone who loves and supports trans and non-binary people. …

Over the last couple of months, Latin America has experienced a level of protests and social organization never-before-seen in the continent. And, while the motifs and manners of the strikes in every country are intricate in their own ways, Colombia’s case deserves particular attention. If only for how long and complicated my country’s relationship to violence is.

It all started with a military operation gone terribly wrong (or terribly right?).

Or, it all started with labor reforms.

Or, it all started with a Peace Treaty.

Or with landowners trying to protect their property, or poor farmers trying to defend theirs…

Spoiler alert: it ain’t marginalized folks.

A few weeks ago, videos of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez slaying Mark Zuckerberg went viral on Twitter. As we watched, mesmerized by her bravery (and low-key wondering how to set the videos of the billionaire stuttering “congresswoman” as our ringtones), we failed to notice a critical update in Facebook’s Community Standards.

One that might mean the end of sex-positive communities on the social network.

The change was made, as Gustavo Turner notes in an XBIZ article, “this past summer, without much fanfare.” …

Content warning: descriptions of disordered eating behaviors.

I am a picky eater. I have always been a picky eater. As a newborn, and to my poor mother’s despair, I refused to nurse and had to be fed formula. When I was a toddler, I despised vegetables and lived off chicken, potatoes, and rice. How, or even if, I ever met nutritional requirements, is a mystery to me.

My mother, who had been raised by a countrywoman and a Sargent, tried nagging me, grounding me and even beating me (it was the 90’s) into eating. Nothing worked. I was just as…

Content warning: mentions of rape and sexual abuse.

Malva Marina Trinidad del Carmen Reyes. That is not a name I recognized a month ago. And if you do know who she was without googling, I applaud you. Because history did its best to erase her. Or rather, her father did. Him, you have surely heard of — the distinguished poet, Nobel Prize winner: Pablo Neruda.

What brought Malva Marina Reyes’ name, and life story, to my attention, was Hagar Peeters’ novel, Malva. In her delightful short book, Peeters tells the story of a neglected little girl, born to Neruda’s first…

It has been over a year since Pewdiepie fell to his lowest point as the Official Scumbag™ of the internet for saying the n-word during a live stream (gasp!). The outrageous cries to cancel the Swedish YouTuber were not long in coming. Especially after, a few months prior, his “edgy” humor got him displaying arguably anti-semitic content on his channel -or, merely backhanded jokes, depending on which side of the argument you stand on.

I had been following Felix Kjellberg’s channel for nine months when the Bridge Incident occurred. And in spite of my awareness of the maltreatment of black…

My arrival in France was chaotic, to say the least. The roller-coaster of emotions I experienced in the less than 4 hours that took me to get from CDG to my hotel room, has scarred me for life.

Allow me to illustrate.

I got lost at the airport, avoided a scam, failed to make myself understood by everyone I encountered (which, by the way, did wonders to my self-esteem after taking seven years worth of French lessons) and, to top it all, I had a full-on mental breakdown.

I also had a Big Mac. Well, half of it, anyway. I…