I want to take a moment to primarily speak to those who may be questioning whether they may be trans or nonbinary themselves, or are still fairly new to the potential transitions. Don't worry, if that isn't you, you're still welcome to read on.
As you read this, we are ushering in 2020, and while we can debate if this is the start of a new decade, or just the beginning of the "20s," it seems all-too-clear that we live in some very challenging times.
Christmas lights used to be wired in such a way that if one bulb perished, the whole string would fail to light up. You had to go, bulb by bulb, trying to find that one filament that had given up the ghost.
Two years ago, I wrote a facetious JockTalk column that said the best holiday gift the collective sports world could get would be a moral compass. This year I think our sports world could use a spine.
From $5 stocking stuffer socks to $175 edible-making machines, you'll have no trouble finding gifts for the cannabis aficionado in your life this holiday season.
Transphobia, like homophobia, isn't generally using the suffix "-phobia" to mean "fear," but to mean "aversion." It's the same notion as hydrophobic surfaces refer to their ability to repel water.
Halloween is a time of magic and mystery. Traditionally, it once served as the end of the year, where fall — and the abundance of the harvest — gave way to the dark and dim days of winter.
I find myself grappling with an unusual contradiction, one with which I find myself having somewhat unique challenges grasping for an answer that satisfies me.
I have always been intrigued by history. I love to look at how things came together over time, and how advances in knowledge, technology, and society — for both good and ill — helped to shape the world we live in today.
