PRIDE STUDENT UNION PRESENTS
Queer Me Out
SPring 2019 Issue #2 1
Letter FROM The Editor Dear Reader, It’s hard to believe that the first issue of Queer Me Out was released just a year ago. It has been both an honor and a privilege to organize the works of so many talented artists and writers of the LGBTQ+ community of Florida State University and the greater Tallahassee area. This year marks the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots which led to the birth of Pride. With this issue we hope to capture and embody all of the strides that Pride has made over the years. This edition would not have been possible without the continuous support of Student Publications and Pat Shafer, both of whom dedicated tireless hours and advice to accomplish our goals in producing this edition. In addition, we want to thank every queer artist and writer who submitted their work for our zine. Thank you all for trusting us with presenting your work. Sincerely,
Sam Sanchez Sam Sanchez
Public Relations Coordinator
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
4 Full Moon Visual Art
20 new Moon
Queer Me Out Stories
11 waning Moon
Poetry & Short Stories
24 waxing Moon
Lavender List, Horoscopes, and Queerstory
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Moonlight Chronicle Regina S. Carson
Side Street Escape in Barca Taylor Mackin
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(Top) Nude (Bottom) Love Cathy Esprit
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Flower Girl Cathy Esprit 7
The Gay District Gino Romero 8
10s Across the Board Gino Romero 9
December 17, 2018, Kennedy Space Center, First Date With My Partner Bryanne Smith
Tipped Vase, Lost Virtue Bryanne Smith 10
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Plastic Bag Jellyfish Maria Clara Melo I know we can’t actually leave But you feel weird holding hands in public so Let’s go somewhere. A junkyard, Let’s jump inside the 1954 Chevy Bel Air, the blue one. And pretend we can drive away from the fact that love isn’t always love. I’ll wear one of those polka dot headscarves You grow a mustache Let’s have the scarf blow away—no Your mustache will, I didn’t like it anyways. And we can turn the car into a sailboat And I have to adjust the sails while you steer the rudder But I don’t know how, so we capsize Sorry. But while we’re here We can swim down and make friends with starfish and stingrays who don’t care if we’re boys or girls. And you’ll get stung by an anemone And miss that junkyard. But I’ll want to stay here and watch dolphins chase away sharks And jellyfish fall in love.
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Count to Ten Moira Pecor
Breathe in. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten toes. Breathe out. Slope up goldenwhite legs. Smooth thigh touching thigh. Pointy hip bone. Belly button. Breathe in. Freckle. Soft belly gliding up towards a perky breast. An arm stretches forward, slender finger glances the glass mirror. Breathe out. Look up. Oak brown eyes meet brown eyes. Who am I? Who do I love? — June 27th, 2010 Dear Diary, It hurts. Hurts deep down in my soul. In the center of my chest. I am lonely. And, and I think I like girls. Their eyes. Their smiles. The way they laugh. The way they touch my hand. Their struggle and pain. Their strength. The way they love themselves. But I can’t like them. Won’t like them. What is wrong with me? Is it just a side-effect of stress? Am I overreacting? They say it’s just a phase. Just a phase. I am not gay. I am not gay. I am not gay. — Then there was her, laughing blue eyes framing a smile. A smile that reached the crescents on both her cheeks. Golden brown hair laced red and ruffled in the wind. Her pudgy fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, looking at me. Golden fields flew by us and unicorns danced in pink rusted skies. My hands grasped the cotton candy clouds. A strange sound gurgling up from my chest and swelling up, up to my mouth. Head flung back, laughing. We were besties. — November 17th, 2014 Dear Diary, Today was super amazing. I made plans with a new group of friends for my birthday. I can’t believe I’m going to be 15! Two of the guys in the group are gay and HILARRRRIOUS! They couldn’t believe I haven’t had my first kiss yet. Of course, they don’t know the truth. Anyways, we are going to go out to the mall. Also, my sister and I are going to go to Maine for Christmas. We are gonna stay at my grandparent’s farmhouse. Whoop whoop! — I stuff the locks of dark brown hair into my shirt collar. Will it look better this way? Screw it, maybe it will. The face in the mirror reflects back a smirk. The frame of this mirror is wooden, painted in sunshine. I swipe back my hair to reveal the ruby studs in my ears, and I smirk right back at the mirror. I feel beautiful. Later that night, I snuggle in bed with my little sister. She talks about her crushes and I patiently unpatiently listen. “I think I’m bisexual,” she opens up. “No shit,” I tease, and then I say, “I think I’m bi or lesbian.” “No shit,” she sasses back. And our sides are shaking. From tears or laughter, who knows. — 13
December 29, 2015
Dear Diary,
I’m happy, but sad. Happy because as every day passes I gain self-acceptance. Sad because it’s hard to keep a secret, to live a lie. But I’m scared, so bloody scared. I’m scared others won’t believe me. I’ve already spent years subconsciously hiding my identity. I’m scared I am wrong. Not because I think I’m straight, but because of the media, movies, my parents, government officials, history . . . really society as a whole has told me I can’t be gay since day one. I mean, I’ve been raised with the presumption that I am straight, so of course it was hard for me to realize and accept my homosexuality when I was so young. Then all this fear of how others will respond and my own homophobia manifest themselves into my anxiety. I want to try coming out to my mom or bestie soon. Start with those I trust and love. — Glowing, strawberry tinted cheeks. Blonde hair straightened down her back. Sloppy giggles burst forth as she rips open her shirt to show off her new bra to a pair of guys. I turn to the girl on my left. Our eyes mouth, “Lord, have mercy.” For catharsis, I chronicle the sobering experiences of my drunken peers. My texts take off one by one. They’re my paper airplane messages flying across frozen lakes and frosted grass, sent my bestie’s way. It’s 3:00 am and the night is still going. Girls pair off with guys. Flirting evolves as the night comes to an end, and I keep texting her. She wanted stories to wake up to, and she’s definitely got them. I go to the bathroom. Hands grasp the sides of the porcelain white sink. Oak brown eyes lift up to the mirror. Screw it. And the mirror smirks back at me again. Okay, one letter at a time, ‘I am GAY.’ Then the truth unfolds and it’s 4:00 am and I am texting my best friend and ‘I know it’s not the best way to come out over text. We can talk about it later. I just want you to know because you’re my bestie. And being gay scares the absolute shit out of me. And I need someone to stand beside me.’ Thumb hovers over the button. Send. Who knows if this paper airplane will land safely? — January 1st, 2016
Dear Diary,
Finally told my bestie! She said she doesn’t know what to say, but she wants to talk about it this week. We are going to meet up at the library. Wish me luck! — Hand over hand, black leather turns. Wheels grind against pavement. Headlights shine into crisp ebony air. We park. Oak brown eyes hover, meet the girl’s blue eyes. “I love you,” she tells me, “I love you no matter what, but …” And my eyes no longer see her. There is only her lips and the words they form, “... but, I know why being gay scares you. It’s because you don’t truly know if you are gay or not. You can’t know yet.” And the silence of unacceptance begins. Only a dull ringing in my ears is left. Then the voices come, the shouting, echoing voices in my head: “Being gay is a sin. God created man to be with women.” “It is only a choice. A lifestyle choice. They can change.” “You know that cute guy all the girls had crusthes on in high school? He turned out to be gay. What a waste of space! A waste of love.” “You’re too pretty, too girly to be gay.” “It’s just a phase. Everyone eventually grows out of it, you’ll see.” “You know, girls kissing girls, that’s sexy. I’m cool with that. But a man with a man, that’s just disgusting.” “A boy is a boy and a girl is a girl. There can’t be any in between.” “What are you gonna do married to a woman? There’s no one to fix the car when it breaks down or be the man of the house.” 14
“We don’t need to see them in popular media. I don’t want my kids to see that. Being gay, it’s contagious.” “When did she turn gay? Must just be for attention.” “It’s inhuman, just disgusting.” “No one wants to be a fag.” “You can’t define yourself.” “It’s all in your head.” Words tumbling around in my mind. Words I’ve seen and heard. Words people have told me straight to my face. Words from family, friends, strangers. I can feel my heart race out of control, tears leaking out of my oak brown eyes. I can’t count to ten. — January 10th, 2016 Dear Diary, I don’t know. I just don’t know. — April 3rd, 2016 Dear Diary, She hasn’t talked to me since that day about being gay, hasn’t brought it up once. Guess she thinks it’s something she can just brush under the rug. That’s what her mom does to her brother. He’s gay. I should’ve known. Should’ve realized she’d follow her mom’s example. Should’ve known that coming out is like the castle draining the moat. The sorceress giving up her wand. The truth leaves us vulnerable, open to attack. You can’t even trust your bestest friend. — June 10th, 2016 Dear Diary, My grandparents are coming down to visit for a week. I’m so nervous because mom told them about me being gay. I don’t know what they will say or do. Think my heart is just gonna beat its way out of my chest. — Then, there were three little words. Not one single ‘but’ or half-ass acceptance letter followed them. Just three words. “I love you.” Blue-purple veins crisscross her body, pumping life that shines through her eyes. Her wispy silver hair covers her head, and crinkled skin drapes across her cheekbones. Her red painted lips repeat, “I love you.” One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven, eight, nine, ten. Ten frail fingers clasp mine. Fingers as slender as mine. Together, grandmother and granddaughter, we have twenty. Then there is thirty. His thick callused hands cover ours. Grandpa, the first man I’ve come out to. Slowly, forty. Fifty. Sixty. Seventy. Sisters, mom, dad, stepmom, friends. “We love you . . .” Eighty. Ninety. One hundred. One hundred fingers attached to arms. Arms that wrap around me. Arms that uplift me. Arms that will let me go, but minds and mouths that say, “. . . no matter who you love.” Breathe in. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Breathe out. Feel the steady thump, thump of my heart. Voices telling me I am wrong fade into another room, and my oak brown eyes smile. I am calm.
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I TOOK YOU HOME PAT HIGASHI SHAFER I took you to the city where neon signs Speckle the sky and drape the buildings in bright, crowded colors. The sweet taste of peach soda drowns the lonely faces in the shadows. I ask if they’ve seen you. I took you to the seaside marketplace, Packing palm trees in your suitcase So you don’t forget me. Cartoons line the streets, smiling in the rain. I tell them how we never met. I took you to the mountains where The neighbors bloom in the flower beds, Aging kindly in the rice patties. Where each paint stroke clings to the page As desperately as you clung to your songs. Soaking in the tub, still breathing, Calm in the warmth of the water. I’m on a plane again, waving goodbye To Mount Fuji, covered in snow and Memories you never told me. I’m peering down through the windows, The hidden roofs are intimately distant. I took you home and held you close, A few miles away from your volcanic coast.
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IN Eclipse Lauren Boylan
Her celestial body wraps me in, We toss and turn the tides. My new love revolves around her— Honey, do you still recognize me? For if my love takes a new form, If it enters a new phase, Is it the same face you loved? My thoughts, they wane. Now there’s mischief in his eyes, Blinding brilliance and disarray. A crown on his head, a kiss on the forehead, I bid the golden boy goodnight. My love takes yet another form, But I whisper the same phrase. Are these the same crescent lips you kissed? My doubts, they are waxed. Honey, say you recognize me, Even if coherence names herself a stranger to me. A lunar ghost of a thousand faces, My grievances are many, but my heart is one.
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DEar, Louie memory— I remember— young years and soft-stalked dandelions I thought of myself. little girl—less than girl— words don’t grow as flowers do but people, people seem to grow as flowers and more as galaxies, as skies, as something they weren’t supposed to be. I see pink a cracked paper, too old, carefully guarded. I wish I was strong enough— strong enough to peel back those layers pink already peeling to soft baby blue, a calmer colour, one I belonged in. music-boxes can’t mask discouraged words no amount of prose, or poetic manipulation, will save this rebel soul from the storm, the lightening souls, true manifests of festered abhorrence. new memories— I hope form soon— so I can replace what I remember now with baby blue and softer music.
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The Cresting Hill Louie the realization comes as the hooves of the horse he rides, slow, they come, to rise neither cats nor dogs pink nor blue black or white, or which team-which team makes sense anymore as none are comparable, we are people as we are able to love fully and wholly as much as we hate. to see both sides of the same coin, all points of a rounded colour wheel. to live in grief and grow to new and above— in a way so different and reformed from the beginning it seems to show the indeterminable limits of a new person, such effervescent rebound in soul. the past rides to town with lanterns on belts, on horses, on him— and no one relieves life of the electricity not yet invented because we always must be one or the other.
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Coming Out Stories from Our Community
Up until the age of 19, I never thought I would be able to admit to myself that I was gay. I was raised in an extremely conservative town and attended a small high school on the eastern plains of Colorado. It certainly wasn’t the most accepting environment to grow up in, and the idea of anyone coming out of the closet was virtually unheard of. I dedicated a large portion of my time to club swimming while growing up, and there many times where classmate bullies would toss homophobic slurs around since swimming was considered a stereotypical “gay sport.” After graduating high school, I attended the University of South Dakota where I was a member of their men’s swimming and diving team. I continued to struggle with the reality that I was gay throughout my freshman year of college but decided to come out of the closet in August of 2017. I had the pleasure of sharing my story on outsports.com. After completing my sophomore year of college, I decided to retire from swimming and move to Florida to be closer to my family. I am now finishing my junior year at FSU. Bryce Fehringer
My brother was always a good listener, always paid attention to me when I said something that other people often overlooked. In my family, we always have these random talks about the future, like where we see ourselves in five or ten years. One day, my mom gushed on and one about me marrying a strong stable man like my father, and I found myself saying, “or a woman.” I was in middle school, but I’ve been surrounded by strong stable women all my life so it didn’t feel wrong to say. And my mom either didn’t hear it or denies she did, but my brother just looked at me and kind of smiled. From then on, I always answered my parents’ questions about dating with gender neutral terms so they wouldn’t make any assumptions who I’d one day bring home. Aquesha Addison
Coming out was not simply one single event but multiple. In February of 2015 I confided in my best friend at the time and told her I was a lesbian. I felt a brief feeling of relief followed by an overwhelming feeling that I was still hiding something. The weight that should have been lifted off of my shoulders was still there heavier than before. I was not a lesbian and this was not about sexuality, it was about gender identity. After a few months of coming to this realization I decided to come out to my roommate in April of 2015 as transgender. She made it seem like the most normal thing in the world and honestly gave me the courage to continue telling people. First my sister and her boyfriend, some friends, and that following month after my last race as a college athlete I came out to my parents through a three page letter detailing the experiences that had led me to this decision. They were unaware of what it meant to be transgender and transition but despite that they still chose to fully support me. Since then I’ve gone back and forth coming out about my sexuality and trying to navigate that confusion. But at the end of the day regardless of who you love and who you are, you are valid and no one should have the ability to tell you otherwise. I am grateful for my positive coming out experiences but also very aware that not everyone experiences that same positivity. The ones who refuse to show support do not deserve to be in your life and family are not always blood. A bad coming out experience should not affect the way you see yourself. The ignorance and lack of willingness to educate themselves is not a reflection of you but of them. Just know that the LGBTQ+ community is full of incredible people and you are never alone. Jeffrey Rubel 21
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lavendar list books
FIRST ROW: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard Series by Rick Riordan; Hurricane Child by Kheryn Callender; Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann | SECOND ROW: If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo; Bingo Love by Tee Franklin; It's Not Like It's a Secret by Misa Sugiura; | THIRD ROW: America #1 (Marvel) by Gabby Rivera and Joe Quinones; Welcome to Fairyland by Julio Capó; Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz 23
podcasts
PODCASTS FIRST ROW: Never Before with Janet Mock; Making Gay History by Eric Marcus & Sara Burningham; LGBTQ&A with Jeffrey Masters; | SECOND ROW: Still Processing; Cafe con Chisme: A Latinx Podcast; How to be a Girl by Marlo Mack | THIRD ROW: Food 4 Thot; Conversations with People Who Hate Me by Dylan Marron; Nancy with Tobin Low & Kathy Tu MOVIES FIRST ROW: The Miseducation of Cameron Post; Saturday Church; Rafiki; A Fantastic Woman; SECOND ROW: Boy Erased; Love, Simon TV FIRST ROW: Pose; One Day At A Time; She-Ra and the Princess of Power; Queer Eye; Andi Mack; Runaways; The Bold Type; Vida MUSIC FIRST ROW: Hayley Kiyoko's Expectations album; Kehlani's While We Wait album; Janelle Monรกe's Dirty Computer album; King Princess's Make My Bed album 24
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2019 Horoscopes
ARIES (MARCH 21 - APRIL 19) You are tailoring yourself to become a fine piece of garment, cut the threads you are unsatisfied with and become who you desire to be. The fabric of your being is a quilt capable of acquiring new patches at any point, so continue sewing. However, be careful to not rip the seams; do not overwork yourself to your detriment. You are a lifetime work in progress and there is artistry to your process.
TAURUS (APRIL 20 - MAY 20) Your heart has been so loyal to the tune of time’s music and what a magnificent waltz it is building up to. Do not be afraid to sing a little along the song of life—enjoy the present, you deserve to be kind to yourself! Maybe even sing a little out of tune, you may discover a new musical piece. Remember, missteps only add to the unique footwork of your waltz.
GEMINI (MAY 21 - JUNE 20) You have always understood duality—there are so many sides to each person and conflict. It is time to reconcile, whether with yourself or others, so that you may move on from this battle. It is okay if not everything is how you want it at this instant, ground yourself; you have time on your side and the sun will shine so bright. Remember, you are so much more than your wounds. 26
CANCER (JUNE 21 - JULY 22) Stand at the sea alone. The waves are crashing and the moon is high, it will be a good time to soulfully connect with others, but, even more importantly, to become independent. You dream, speak, and feel, but now it is time to begin action towards these dreams— even if they are still a bit nebulous. Your world seems to be a misty one, but you are not alone.
LEO (JULY 23 - AUGUST 22) Something new is brewing in the air! Let the breath you were holding out and breathe in the new aromas that are wafting around. This flower field you stand in is so vast, vibrant hues are encircling you that encourage your curiosity and the pursuit of new ideas. Exploration and expression are in season and now it is time to go flower-watching. There is one more flower that we are waiting to see bloom: you.
VIRGO (AUGUST 23 - SEPTEMBER 22) Holding the sky up is exhausting, you are no Atlas and the burdens you carry have weighed you down. You are vulnerable—that is okay. There is no more need for you to attempt mythological feats alone, let people help you. Confide in people and allow them to lend a hand, it does not diminish your value and efforts in any way. It has been so tough but look at the sky, the clouds are beginning to clear up.
LIBRA (SEPTEMBER 23 - OCTOBER 22)
CAPRICORN (DECEMBER 22 - JANUARY 19)
The time you are entering is like a thriving garden— so lush! Growth and abundance are characterized through the multitude of paths and all the foliage present in this little green sanctuary. Like the flora, you are capturing the sunlight and expanding your horizons through personal growth. Keep on shining and believe in yourself, there is so much that is about to come to fruition.
Like a grand cypress tree, you have a strong foundation. You stand so tall, people can feel at ease and lean on you or support. Those roots under the ground are your strength and so are your branches that provide shade. As a structured individual, you carry wisdom, but do not be afraid to let the wind sway you a bit. Do not worry, you are still grounded, but you do not have to be the sole provider of support. You stand with many in a forest.
SCORPIO (OCTOBER 23 - NOVEMBER 21) Different paths lay before you and you are hesitant. Whether indecision, confusion, or information overload, you feel as though you are at an impasse. Both the problems and the solutions seem to have become blurred, but you must make a decision. Do remember, there are more paths beyond this point and so many ways to get to where you desire to go. Breathe, you have a great journey ahead.
SAGITTARIUS (NOVEMBER 22 - DECEMBER 21) Like an archer pulling back on the drawstring of their bow, so much tension has built up. Finally, it is time to release it. Let go and shoot your arrow; after careful consideration and precision, you will hit the mark you have been eyeing for so long. Soon, you will set eyes for the next target and repeat the process, but the motions will come with ease this time—you are wielding great opportunity and growth.
AQUARIUS (JANUARY 20 - FEBRUARY 18) Wear the laurel crown with optimism and ambition, you are victorious. The definition of victory is malleable, you get to decide how you will measure it. However, feel assured with yourself, you are progressing in your endeavors and that alone is a form of success. The wreath you wear may not be visible to all but let yourself recognize how far you have come.
PISCES (FEBRUARY 19 - MARCH 20) You are under a limelight, wielding magic and your sensitive heart. You are surrounded with resources and capable of manifesting your dreams, do not be afraid! Keep track of the nights and days to plan accordingly, as your head is often in the clouds. However, it is also that starry-eyed attitude that enables you to create magic out of the mundane. Stargaze, but do not be afraid to create your own constellations. 27
queerstory 50 yeARS OF LGBTQ+ HistorY in the united states 1969 Riots at the Stonewall Inn initiate the formal beginning of the Gay Rights Movement. 1970 Christopher Street Liberation Day - the first gay pride parade in the U.S. 1973 Gay Liberation Front Demonstration (1972)
The American Psychiatric Association removes homosexuality as a mental illness from the second edition of the Diagnostic Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. 1974 Kathy Kozachenko becomes the first openly LGBTQ+ individual to be elected to public office. 1975
First rainbow flag design by Gilbert Baker (1978)
The first ever federal bill combating discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation is brought before the Judiciary Committee. 1976 Harvey Milk becomes the first ever gay city commissioner. 1977 “Jodie Dallas” played by Billy Crystal becomes the first recurring openly gay character on a television series. 1978 The unveiling of the very first rainbow flag by Gilbert Baker. 1979
ACT UP poster (1987)
The National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights becomes the largest gathering of LGBTQ+ individuals for political purposes . 1980 At the Democratic National Convention, the Democratic Party became the first major U.S. political party to support protections of individuals based on both “gender and sexual orientation”. 1982 The state of Wisconsin becomes the first to outlaw discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation. 1987 AIDS Coalition to Unleash Power (ACT UP) is founded. 1992
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D.C. passes legislation that allows for same-sex couples to register as domestic partner.
1997 Ellen Degeneres comes out as lesbian and is featured on the cover of Time Magazine. 2000 Vermont becomes the first state to legally recognize civil unions between gay and lesbian couples. 2003 Lawrence v. Texas holds it unconstitutional to ban same-gender sexual relations across all 50 states and all U.S. territories.
Marcia Kadish and Tanya McCloskey become the first legally married same-gender couple. (2004)
2004 Massachusetts becomes the first U.S. state to legalize same-gender marriage. 2007 The House passes a bill that ensures equal rights in the workplace for LGBTQ+ individuals. 2008 Same-gender marriages are legally performed for the first time in Connecticut. 2009 President Obama posthumously awards Harvey Milk the Presidential Medal of Freedom.
The White House was lit with the colors of the rainbow in celebration of Marriage Equality (2015)
2010 The repeal of the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell Act of the 1990s. 2011 California became the first state to require public schools to teach about the contributions of LGBTQ+ individuals. 2012 Tammy Baldwin is the first openly gay politician elected into the U.S. Senate. 2013 United States v. Windsor holds that same-gender couples are entitled to federal benefits. 2015 Obergefell v. Hodges holds the constitutional right to same-gender marriage. 2016
Edith Windsor, lead plaintiff in Obergefell v. Hodges, at DC Pride (2017)
President Obama designates The Stonewall National Monument as the first national symbol of the LGBTQ+ rights movement. 2017 D.C. residents are granted a gender-neutral "x" option when designating their gender on their Driver’s License. 2018 U.S. elections usher in a "Rainbow Wave" of 670 LGBTQ+ politicians. 2019 The Pride Student Union at Florida State University celebrates 50 years of pride, progress, and potential for social change.
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Resources HEALTH RESOURCES Transline: Trasngender Medical Consultation Service transline.zendesk.com/hc/en-us HIV Testing Information 1-800-232-4636 GLBT NATIONAL HELP CENTER National Hotline: 1-888-843-4564 Mon-Fri, 4PM-12AM EST Sat, 12PM-5PM EST Online Peer Support Chat glbthotline.org/peer-chat.html Mon-Fri, 4PM-12AM EST Sat, 12PM-5PM CRISIS/SUICIDE PREVENTION Trevor Project Call: 1-866-488-7386 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year Text: "START" to 678678 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year Chat: thetrevorproject.org/get-help-now/ 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year Trans Lifeline Call: 877-565-8860 7 days a week, 10AM-4AM EST National Domestic Violence Hotline Call: 1-800-799-7233 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year Chat: https://www.thehotline.org/ 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365 days a year DeQH: Desi LGBTQ Helpline for South Asians Call: 908-367-3374 Thursdays, 8-10 PM EST Sundays, 8-10 PM EST deqh.org/contact-us.html 30
Pride Student union Thanks You
Photo by Riley Torrence
2018-19 EXECUTIVE BOARD Executive Director
External Affairs Coordinator
Demetrius Winn | He/Him/His
Connor Perez | They/Them/Theirs; He/Him/His
Assistant Director
Programming Coordinators
Ash Rosado |She/Her/Hers; They/Them/Theirs
Peyton Hoey | She/Her/Hers
Center Director
Taylor Mackin | She/Her/Hers
Victoria Urdaneta | She/Her/Hers
Membership Coordinators
Treasurer
Jessica Short | She/Her/Hers
Cashira Chery | She/Her/Hers
Jack Graham | He/Him/His; Ey/Em/Eirs
Secretary
Public Relations Coordinator
Christina Portuallo | She/Her/Hers; They/Them/ Theirs
Sam Sanchez | She/Her/Hers Zine Designers
Political Action Coordinator
Pat Shafer | He/Him/His
Jay Galante | He/Him/His
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