I was 14 and I was crying because my sister had said something bad about my best friend. At the time, I didn’t… more »
I didn’t know why I was feeling so overwhelmed.
I didn’t know why I had a growing lump lodged in my throat.
I didn’t know why I was feeling so ill-at-ease with myself.
I didn’t know why I broke down in tears the moment I went into my gynecologist’s clinic for a much-delayed check-up.
I didn’t know why I didn’t want him to examine me, even though he’d examined me many times before.
I didn’t know why I felt a silent revolution burning inside me.
Unless addressing HIV, AIDS, or sexual health, queer communities, at least in Lebanon, often disregard scientific interferences in our issues. Even though it… more »
In this week’s “Fesheh Khel’ik”, we’re curious to know where you stand on the following topic: Irrespective of how you identify, how empowered… more »
The other night, I was watching an episode of a TV show called “Cold Case”, one of the mani detective style series. The subject of the episode was a teenage girl called Samantha. The events related to her took place in 1963. Samantha had a problem: She “looked and dressed like boys.”
Ever since I got that phone call asking me to write an article for this week’s issue, I found myself stumbling on thoughts… more »
This week, while the rest of the country was discussing the upcoming possible war, and while Al-Jaras thanked those who closed down ACID,… more »
Pour commencer, nous sommes des lesbiennes et nous sommes fières de l’être… Mais personne n’est fier de nous! Ni les parents, ni le… more »