“Come on, don’t say that.” 

“I don’t care half as much as he does. He deserves someone who isn’t like me.” “You’ll hurt him if you leave.” 

“And I’ll hurt him if I stay.”

If the advent of my queerness and I were in a relationship, the status would squarely be that “it’s complicated.” The non-conformist in me quite frankly feels a bit square even when I say I have a coming out tale to tell. But, when in a capitalist, patriarchal hell, do as the other hellions do…

There has been an obvious lack of female presenting characters in tv and film. The problem is although more exist on our screens; they have become so superficial, so un-relatable that the women no longer feel like real women.

That place is stained with memories of you and I love it, but it hurts. I  sit here at a bar in the middle of the night across from the coffee shop by  the train tracks with friends, their conversation starting to pull me back.

The LGBTQ Center Long Beach has recently become a sponsor for The Filmmakers Club. The Queer 26 established this program to help up-and-coming artists gain experience in the filmmaking industry. 

“Art comes in many different forms and shapes. Art can help all of us to deal with the difficulties in our lives,” said Carlos Torres, The Center’s Executive Director. 

For anyone seeking unflinching authentic stories, Muhyi Ali is the one to watch. Most known for her award-winning film Undefined: A Muslim-American Musical, Ali brings a refreshing perspective on the overlooked stories of those in POC spaces. She has taken the time today to tell us more about herself and her upcoming project Always in Bloom: Amara. 

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Clexacon started in 2017 as an act of rebellion when the writers of The 100 killed off queer icon, Lexa, the year prior. Fans were outraged by yet, another death trope of a queer character in TV and film.

The year was 1988, it was a particularly foggy morning in mid-late October; the kind of morning where you could smell the grass and taste the dirt simply by opening the front door. The fiestas honoring the patron saint of El Cargadero, a small rancho in the mountains of Zacatecas Mexico, were just a few days away; the crisp air had that wonderful feeling of eagerness and anxiety.