Please note, the following newsletter details incidents of harassment and homophobia. What I’m Listening To: Sophie, “OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-SIDES” This past Friday, I encountered one of those incredibly rare instances in which I ran out of garlic. It was around 6pm, and I left the house to go to the grocery store on Centre Street in my neighborhood of Jamaica Plain, MA. It was a pretty standard grocery run. I donned my coat, scrambled to remember where I put my wallet, grabbed my keys from the questionably stable key hook near the front door, put on my mask, and used the opportunity to call my mom. On my walk to the store, a man drove by who must have overheard my conversation. He stuck his head out the window, and then called me a homophobic slur. I wish it were an isolated incident, but in the eight years I’ve lived in Boston, I’ve experienced this more often than one would suspect.
On Soup and Safe Spaces
On Soup and Safe Spaces
On Soup and Safe Spaces
Please note, the following newsletter details incidents of harassment and homophobia. What I’m Listening To: Sophie, “OIL OF EVERY PEARL’S UN-SIDES” This past Friday, I encountered one of those incredibly rare instances in which I ran out of garlic. It was around 6pm, and I left the house to go to the grocery store on Centre Street in my neighborhood of Jamaica Plain, MA. It was a pretty standard grocery run. I donned my coat, scrambled to remember where I put my wallet, grabbed my keys from the questionably stable key hook near the front door, put on my mask, and used the opportunity to call my mom. On my walk to the store, a man drove by who must have overheard my conversation. He stuck his head out the window, and then called me a homophobic slur. I wish it were an isolated incident, but in the eight years I’ve lived in Boston, I’ve experienced this more often than one would suspect.