A Farewell
We are so thankful to have been a part of the tapestry of Buffalo, NY, media these last 6 years.
We are so thankful to have been a part of the tapestry of Buffalo, NY, media these last 6 years.
The Instagram stories are always telling me how to take care of myself. It’s helpful, mostly. Except for when it isn’t.
As a white woman who was once caught off-guard by her own unexpected privilege, I wanted to share what I learned and guide you through this new phase in your life.
You can’t touch your face, but you can touch your face with a taco.
When QC contributor Tia Brown isn’t spending an abundance of time putting on concerts for her foster pooch, she’s pondering the hows and whys of all of…THIS. She’s devised some activities for us through this mulling process, and we couldn’t be more excited to get down to business.
A few weeks ago we asked you to encapsulate 2019 in 19 words, and what amazing, thoughtful, funny, poignant responses we received!! Thank you to everyone who made the last year of Qween City the best one yet, and here’s to more wonder in 2020.
I never say that I’m an artist. If anything, I make messes and I live in my head.
I see
How quickly your
stance/tone/vocabulary/overtalking
tendencies/comfort with me buying my own
drink/and tendency to flinch
when I speak
in femme
changes
I would say I knew you were trouble when you walked
in
but that would be a lie
Whether you gave 2018 the smackdown like Ocasio-Cortez to every one of her critics or you shutdown like our government, 2018 likely left you feeling some type of way. Utterance presents 18 word summaries of how it left some of our readers feeling.
Ashera enacts some new facets of herself at Sweet Heart Pin Up Studio.
In which I am famous across the continental United States, and you work at a corner-store in Erie County.
I believe I begin with water,
Some ocean all life came from
Justin came to the door to get me and meet my parents, like all assholes do at first.
You’re different though. You don’t need like the whole sky open above you to breathe.
No one told us anything except to smile more, look less angry, to talk with less spit in our mouths.
“I cannot remember a time when I perceived one mom as more important than the other, one as more loving, one as more ‘real,’ and I never will.”
The steel plant is closed. The steel plant is closed. Ignore the sound of power-hammers beating in the hot summer nights. The steel plant is closed.