5 Ways You Can Support Street Artists Why am I writing about some ways to support street artists? Simple- because street artists can only create art, whether that is a mural in the public space or a painted canvas, if they have a roof over their head, can put food on the table, keep gas in the . . .
Dear Little Boy, Please Shut the Fuck Up: A Letter to Myself as a Boy I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse and this was written as a letter to myself as a boy trying to survive the abuse I experienced. I think it simultaneously tells two stories: the story of myself as a boy and the story . . .
Take Me to Church: On Chechnya, Gay Men and Art Chechen law enforcement and security officials have recently been unlawfully detaining, torturing and, in some cases, forcibly disappearing gay men. As a gay man, this terrifies me. As a human being, I am moved by a piece of art by Hozier who . . .
Artist Daniel Osorno's Mushroom Wall Artist Daniel Osorno's Mushroom Wall recently dropped and we got to perch from behind-the scenes and catalog this colorful new street art mural as it came to life, bourgeoning slowly as if a butterfly from a cocoon. Born in Medellin, Colombia, . . .
5 Ways You Make Deaf Dog Parents Crazy Assumptions and myths about deaf dogs are rampant. For many deaf dog parents, the hardest part of living with a deaf dog has nothing to do with our dogs or their hearing loss. Rather, the hard part is contending with and combatting the myths and . . .
A Dog Will Come Running When His Boy Calls Rape To begin, I need to disclose that I borrowed that title. I took creative license with a line from the poem, People You May Know, written and performed by Kevin Kantor. In it’s original form, the line is, “No one comes running for young . . .
Okay. There. I said it. My dog is an idiot. It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that we have two very smart dogs and one very not smart dog. And Foster? Well, I'm not sure yet, though I do have my suspicions. It took me even longer to be able to say it out loud. When I first . . .