From My Journal

There’s a lot of noise in the world right now, especially here in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada (mini-Trump vibes, anyone?).... For queer folks, that noise isn’t just frustrating, it’s heavy; it's scary; it's consuming. It’s the constant hum of policies and rhetoric that make it harder to simply be. But through all the noise, I’m reminding myself (and you) that queer joy is resistance.

Before I ever came out, I came home... to words. I came out to pages that didn’t judge, to journals that held space for feelings I didn’t yet know how to name. For many of us in the LGBTQ+ community, reading and writing have always been acts of survival and self-love. When the world felt too loud or too confusing, stories offered quiet understanding. Journals became safe places to breathe, dream, and rediscover ourselves. Today, science agrees with what queer hearts have alwa

Between doom-scrolling, work stress, and trying to exist in a world that doesn’t always get us, reading can feel like something we “used to love back in the day". But here’s a secret: books can be your daily dose of comfort, joy, and queer comfort you may be missing in your life.. You don’t need hours of free time or a long attention span; just a few minutes a day to reconnect with yourself, your community, and the stories that remind you that you as an LGBTQ+ community me