Tagged lgbt community

Take Me To (Gay) Church // Queerness & Religion

Becca returns to Boshemia to share her thoughts on being bisexual in the Christian faith. B is a writer and MA Publishing student at Oxford Brookes.  default I am bisexual and I am a Christian. My faith revolves around a deep, individual relationship with God. When I’ve needed help and guidance, when I’ve been grateful, frightened,…

Flag Race // A Queer History of the Rainbow Flag

Happy Pride everyone! I hope everyone reading this is decked out head to toe in glitter, rainbows and body paint. To mark the momentous occasion, there has been a victory within the gay community; the pride react button is back on Facebook. Truly, this is an event up there in the pantheon of queer successes along with gay marriage, the return of Will & Grace and this. Everyone loves rainbows right? They’re fun and colourful and 9/10 times there’s an untouched pot of gold at the end; surely that should be reason enough for the LGBTQ+ flag to be a…

George Michael, Prince & David Bowie || The Soundtrack Against Toxic Masculinity

God wasn’t 2016 rubbish? In the next few weeks, Boshemia will almost definitely be musing over how god awful the last year was, but today we’re going to be looking at one of the prevailing themes of the year: Toxic Masculinity. In a year of Trump asserting his masculinity in dangerous ways over everything he seemed to cross, and then somehow getting awarded for it; a year of Brexit and the following fight for the Prime Minister spot being nothing more than a dick measuring contest, only for the cursed position to go for a woman, almost certainly setting her…

The Real Trump Tragedy || We Will Not Go Gently

In 1934, a racist, homophobic xenophobe was democratically elected into a position of power. He stirred up the national sense of disillusionment and validated a whole host of citizens’ hateful views. He led a campaign of hate against those of certain races, religions, sexualities and nationalities. He was mocked and satirised on the world stage and not particularly taken seriously as a threat or a danger until it was already too late. In 2016, a racist, homophobic xenophobe was democratically elected into a position of power. He stirred up the national sense of disillusionment and validated a whole host of…

Woman(?) To Watch Wednesday || Stevie Knickers || An Exploration of Drag

In the latest season of Rupaul’s Drag Race, Bob The Drag Queen commented that there are two types of drag queens: Halloween Queens and Pride Queens. And this holy season of Halloween, I thought I’d have a look at drag, the horror of subversion, and the freedom of letting your freak flag fly. I’ve been lucky to be joined by Plymouth’s Premier Drag Queen Stevie Knicks, a queen on the rise and a bitch to look out for. Sashay on in and come on Boshemians, let’s get sickening!

Love & Guns || On Regulation

Elisha returns to Boshemia to offer insight on gun regulation in the United States. Her perspective as a mother and member of the LGBTQIA++ community presents a crucial point of view in response to the Orlando Massacre, advocating for gun ownership in marginalized and targeted communities. — Today, our hearts are still heavy as we relive a nightmare that has swept our nation as a result of sinister people with misguided beliefs, agendas to spread hate. June 12th of this year brought us the world’s worst mass shooting to date and the largest act of terror to hit the United…

On Being Proud || A Response to the Pulse Nightclub Massacre

This guest article was written by Alex Nolan, an aspiring playwright based in the North East of England. He specialises in low-key sass, a love of cats, and unapologetically writing gay love into each of his plays. — ‘They’re never going to stop killing us, are they?’ Thin, strangled words that crawled out of my throat when I read news of the massacre at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando. Trembling spread outward from the core, as I drew my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs.

Letter from the Editor || Vol. 2

BOSHEMIANS, Tonight, I hoped to share with you art. I wanted to tell you about the luminous Rothko’s I saw at the Phillips After Five event a few days ago, of how I stood in a small room, taking in vast, unyielding color fields, and how only such masterfully derived swatches could make me weep; the canvasses so maddeningly spare, and what they could’ve meant. In the Rothko room, I was forced to confront emotions through and by color. I was entirely alone with my thoughts and Rothko’s considerations. I lingered over  Orange and Red on Red, and it made me think of…