If you thought those black squares on Instagram were anything new, then here’s a quick queer history lesson for you!
“Two years ago when I was at The Boar for my friend’s bachelor party, some guy followed me out then beat me senseless three blocks later. The doctors said I was lucky I didn’t suffer long term brain damage,” said Terry Gould, a former guest of The Boar. “But then I saw they put up an itty bitty pride sticker by the door, and now I’m holding MY bachelor party there. Isn’t that kinda beautiful?”
I volunteer, I organize, I’m trying to achieve lower ab vascularity by May. In times like these, it’s important to focus on what matters: shoving all 168 pounds of my boiling political rage into a bathing suit more suffocating than voting laws in Shelby County, Alabama.