Solange Knowles made a soundtrack for being black in America, mostly recognized by her anthem “Don’t Touch My Hair”. Dance worthy, the song forces a smile upon your face and causes an inevitable movement in your feet. The hook leads into a symphony of upbeat trumpets. She sings, “They don’t understand what it means to me, where we’ve chose to go, where we’ve been to know.” Continue reading It’s Not JUST Hair
The hard reality of dating as a person of color in the gay community. Continue reading The colors we date in
Story by Annie Gieser, Illustrations by Janett Perez
Two loud bangs and a glance between my eleventh grade English teacher and me was all it took for my class of twenty to dart into the corner of the classroom. Two bangs and a glance changed me. Continue reading Mind on Lockdown
Inside the crowded room were women dressed in leather and rugs made of sheep fur. Brooms were scattered in between tarot readers and tables topped with crystals, incense, and herbs. There were rings made of stones and garments for sale, and a book on devil worship in France, for those into that. Continue reading The Modern Witch
Those who can, do. Those who cannot, take a class. Continue reading Comedy 101
For two decades, from the mid 1950s to 1970s, a dozen missiles sat, primed and ready, just a few miles North of San Francisco’s city limits. They lay in wait in a highly secure military base, armed with enough power to blow a plane and its potential nuclear payload out of the sky. Today, U.S. Army site SF-88, which once housed the fearsome weapons, now belongs to the National Park Service. The site is open to visitors who want to see, hear, and feel the vestiges of military technology meant to keep San Francisco protected from an atomic attack.
Continue reading Cold War, Close to Home