Haynes dares you, compels you, to fall in love with Blanchett's titular Carol, and by the time you're finally allowed to draw breath at the end, you realise you are already far gone. Shot on a remarkably modest budget, it has the feel of an obvious awards contender and a project any producer should have been willing to fling at least a moderate amount of cash at.
DOMA and gay marriages are making history, but there's no law that says you need to grab that guy you've been dating for a month and pick your Kelly Clarkson first dance song.
Should you be asked when you're going to find a nice girl, respond that you've already found a nice guy. Feel free to make introductions yourself -- or clarify them -- if Cousin Susan oh-so-tactfully forgets to say "boyfriend" when introducing him to some far flung relation.
It wasn't easy surviving on the streets, while at the same time, going to school everyday. At age 14, for me and for many LGBTQ youth, getting ready for school the night before looked very different than it does for the average youth.
All of this is that fear mongering and legislation against transgender people using bathrooms has zero actual benefit, and many clearly understood consequences that affect both transgender and cisgender people.
Equality should be the standard for anyone in the Congressional LGBT Equality Caucus. And Polis, Sinema and Maloney failed miserably at meeting that standard.
After another Transgender Day of Remembrance, and with Thanksgiving on its way, I hope for all of the kids who have come out as transgender that their families can also find a seat at the table for them.
This is the first Thanksgiving when our love is officially and legally recognized all across the country. Whether you're sitting around the table with Aunt Jane and Uncle Bob in Topeka or Tallahassee, you've got the federal government on your side when they launch into their ignorant diatribe.
Let's talk about education, let's talk about good, real data and how to get it, let's talk about calling trans and gender nonconforming people -- dead or alive -- by their proper names. If there's one thing my mom refusing to open her bills has taught me, it's that ignoring something doesn't make it go away.
Over the course of the years, I have been a walker many times. Some of my best NYC dates have been platonic and I have never felt marginalized by filling a spot. Some of my friends have had issues with being the plus one of a woman.
The majority of the statistics that are/were reality for Black gay men are out of their direct control. We have minimal impact on the environment in which we are raised and the types of prejudice we face during an interview or in the Board Room. But today, one of those predicted hurdles that must be continually overcome can be crossed off the list.
I feel like my straight friends don't really understand what I mean when I tell them I'm bisexual. For the record, I wanted to spell it all out. Yes, I am bisexual. No, I'm not just going through a phase, and I'm not confused.
Here in Washington, DC, we have created an organization called Casa Ruby, committed to creating new possibilities for the most vulnerable. Casa Ruby offers transitional housing, a safe place, and meals for the most vulnerable in the LGBTQ community.
Fighting back means understanding that we are beautiful. Inside and out. We are exceptional and amazing. If we don't believe it, it will be difficult to convince others to do the same.
What takes more bravery than the choice to be yourself, to honor your truth, your intuition, over and over again, in the face of circumstances or people or surroundings that would rather you acted like someone else?
It's seductive to think that being able to march down a city street without violence signals progress. But how much have we progressed when it is "safer" to march in anonymity and be "out" among strangers than to face a family member, employer or neighbor?
It is hard to be thankful when you are not living your truth. It has taking me a long time to figure this out... and then some more time to do something about it.
In Harlem, we know hate hurts. No matter if the hatred comes from a streetcorner demagogue, or a candidate for presidency of the United States. Hate words have a way of turning into hate actions. Every soul is precious. No one is disposable.
I love gospel music. I love the tradition from which it speaks. Gospel is the music of emancipation, using religious language to demand an end to racial oppression and fight for equality.