Ray and I are reviewing films for the local gay film festival. We watch two or three a night, rate them between 1 and 10, and say whether we’d pay to see them. One film we watched recently was “Just Kids,” a documentary on the challenges faced by trans kids and their families.

This week, the State Department announced that it is formally increasing “social media vetting” for all student and exchange visitor visa applicants.

In a celebration of inclusion, community, and creativity, Plays of Wilton (POW!), in partnership with the City of Wilton Manors, will present an outdoor performance of The Sound of Music tailored specifically for the deaf and hearing-impaired.

According to the National Resource Center on LGBTQ+ aging, it is estimated that there are over three million LGBTQ seniors in the U.S., with that number doubling by 2030.

Growing up in the ’80s and ’90s in Liberty City as a Black Transwoman was challenging. At the time, there were no role models, no media representation, and no organizations to support Transgender individuals. In my eyes, all we had was each other, “Black Transwomen trying to survive.”

Every June, the floodgates open: rainbow logos, Pride-themed merchandise, and flashy campaigns promising support for the LGBTQ community. For years, I welcomed it — cautiously. I believed visibility mattered. I still do. But now I’m asking a harder question: when the glitter settles and the hashtags fade, whose side are these corporations really on?