I do not think anyone should get to decide, quietly and on my behalf, whether I am allowed to grieve. That is what this has come down to for me. My grandad died on Tuesday, and I was not told. I found out without the basic courtesy that most people would expect from family. Now I am left asking the next painful question: will I be told about my grandad’s funeral? Part of me already thinks I know the answer. If I was not told he had died, why would I suddenly be told when the

Queer solidarity with Gaza only makes sense if it is rooted in one idea: human rights do not have to be earned by having perfect politics. That does not mean gay people must ignore anti-LGBTQ laws, excuse religious extremism, or pretend they would be safe in Gaza. It means many queer activists separate the rights of civilians from the actions of governments, armed groups, and conservative social systems. That distinction is easy to state and hard to live with. For an openly g

When I was 12 years old, I held beliefs that I now see as narrow and unfair. Growing up, I didn’t understand people who were different from me. My world was small, shaped by fear and ignorance. But everything began to change when I found a place called Kentish Town City Farm. This small farm, tucked away in the middle of a busy city borough, became the unexpected setting for a journey that reshaped how I see others and myself. Finding Comfort Among Animals I was drawn to the