“I still get a huge grin on my face when I think about that day,” Jessy Milicevic tells me, reflecting back on the first full day when same-gender couples could legally wed in Charlotte.
We’ve learned a lot of meaningful lessons in the six months after LGBT couples in North Carolina began tying the legal knot. Chief among them — we’re still here. The Carolina blue sky hasn’t fallen. Chicken Little is absolutely safe and sound.
This open letter to trans youth comes courtesy of a group of transgender and allied adults, some of whom live in or have connections to Charlotte. It is written in response to news of Blake Brockington’s passing.
Over a recent weekend, I began the most arduous task of sifting through my wardrobe closet. The annual, or in my case, the quarterly ritual of “spring-cleaning” was underway. I would keep my favorite pieces, toss those that were frayed and donate those that I fell out of love with.
Readers respond to the death of Black Brockington, the non-discrimination ordinance and religious freedom issues.