Oh goodie, we can finally talk about the pervasive fatphobia in Portland queer culture

“no one is coming to save y-“ the universe will literally rearrange itself for me, please?

Nobody talks about the in-between. The part where you’ve already outgrown the old identity but the new one doesn’t feel fully real yet. That liminal space is supposed to be uncomfortable. It means you’re actually in it, not just talking about it.

Taix French Restaurant in Echo Park closes after nearly a century https://abc7.la/aulc78