Discussion of news topics with a point of view, including narratives by individuals regarding their own experiences

Every year, the Solstice Parade, which features naked bike riding, starts the same for me: cold sweats and regrets.

It isn’t until I disappear into a crowd of naked, painted riders that I start to feel more comfortable in my own skin.

It’s easy to forget the purpose of our bodies: to transport us, to bring us joy and pleasure, to guide us as we experience the world.

I remind myself every day that my worth is not measured by how others see me, and ironically, nothing makes me more confident in that fact than riding naked in a parade.

White people: The burden to figure out how to be a better ally is on us

This moment in history requires us to do more, and to truly examine ourselves

Here’s a day in my self-quarantined life, hour-by-hour. We think you might relate.

Is it week six or week 60?

My parents and I both live in coronavirus epicenters — but we’re separated by thousands of miles

We’re trying to have hope in Seattle and Italy