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Everything I Never Told You | Short film

Posted by RISEN ZINE on 27 February

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Poetry by Ruth Zolla

Directed by Malea Moon

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Greyhound Racing: Culture or Cruelty?

Artwork: Laura Fuentes

No to Pink Capitalism: LGBT+ Brands & People to Support

By Amelia A. J. Foy
Pride month is over, but LGBT+ people need your support all year round. One way to directly support them is by choosing where you put your money. Companies have caught onto the fact that queerness makes them money (hence the Pride launches throughout June in high street stores) but where does the money go after you spend it? Do these stores have a long-term commitment to LGBT+ rights, or is it exclusively one month a year? Is it only for cis white gays, or is it inclusive of queer people of colour and trans people? Does the CEO care if the money in his (or her or their, but most likely his) pocket is from queer people or from queerphobes?
Buying from corporations is always an ethical mess, from sweatshop labour to workers’ wages to plagiarising the designs of smaller stores. Factor in pink capitalism, and it is overall much easier to buy directly from queer-owned brands and queer people, especially given how many of us are working-class. Below are some queer folx you…

How to Grow a Garden in Yourself

article by: Rue
(this is not a how-to)
The first time I saw my new home on a pixelated phone screen, I thought it looked like a civil war plantation house. Pale yellow and stately and so very unlike me. My childhood house was little, the brightest blue house on the block, and the grass grew in longhaired tufts around my attempt at a garden. Now it is dark gray, like a frustrated sky, and the grass is a buzzcut of a lawn, but I couldn’t have known that then.
One year when my house was still blue and the air was hot and sticky, a true Chicago summer- the kind that makes you want to lie on cold tiled floor for the rest of your life and not get up- I felt a green thumb sprouting, so my best friend and I made our way to the little farmer’s stand on the corner of a huge intersection, a slice of the country in our seething city, however quite overpriced. We spent hours weeding, digging, and weeding again. We ended up clumsily planting pink and purple perennials, knowing they would come back. Th…

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