I can't keep this secret anymore. I like you...like, a lot.
It’s been over a year since we last crossed paths. I know online school has been difficult for both of us, but not being able to see you...
As someone who suffers from anxiety, I know it’s hard to share your experience with others, but it’s not something you can battle on your own. While having caring friends is important for your wellbeing,...
As I write this, I am experiencing a SAD episode. Around this time of year, I notice that my mood declines significantly, making the fall and winter seasons very difficult to manage. The days and weeks...
Two years ago, I braided your hair in class. After asking to copy my notes, you took a seat next to me. It was the last two minutes of class. Your hand found my inner thigh, tracing circles, then moving...
I am Black. I am queer. But I am not a Black queer, a colored member of the LGBTQ community. To me, Black and LGBTQ are mutually exclusive; they can neither intersect nor align. This is not a fact, but...
I remember when my mother called, and reminded me it had been months since my previous menstrual cycle. I dismissed her implied accusation, but beneath my calm, I felt a storm beginning to swirl inside....
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