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• Opinion > Movies / Music / TV
  We Saw Your Rape

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  It's been a few months since Seth MacFarlane's "We Saw Your Boobs" song received applause at The Oscars. The song, which has been widely called a sexist and immature attempt to draw attention to various actresses who have been seen topless in movies, earned Seth an invitation to ...
• Opinion > Current Events / Politics
  Is Justice Priceless?

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  Certain hospitals in Wisconsin have stooped to an all-time low: charging rape victims $1,200 to do a Rape Kit. For those who are unfamiliar with what a Rape Kit is, let me explain. A Rape Kit is complete forensic documentation of the assault. This includes vaginal, oral, and fingernail swabs to test...
• Opinion > Discrimination
  Innocent Hate

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  On Sunday, July 22nd, 2012, an openly lesbian woman from Nebraska was tied down by three masked men who proceeded to carve derogatory language onto her body with a knife. Then, with her still bound and gagged in the next room, they poured gasoline around her house and tried to set it on fire. While ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Sunset, Sunrise

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  Fifty-one-fifty. In California, it was the law. It meant the state could lock me away for at least 72 hours if I could not put on a good enough show to convince them I was getting better. The Adolescent Psychiatric Hospital was a place to dump screwed-up teens like me. Everyone there was dragged...
• Hot Topics > Community Service
  Making School Safe for LGBT Teens

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  I have worked to make schools safe for Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender (LGBT) youth for the past three years. Initially, my own coming out experience as a lesbian teen motivated me to make schools more welcoming for gay teens. I still have the journal entry I wrote the day I knew I was a les...
• Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
  San Francisco Carnival

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  Steel drums echo in my ears. The drummers – standing proudly atop the forty-foot trailer covered in antique circus décor – don't even look up as they concentrate on the rhythms. They focus on each note, the corners of their lips turned slightly downward and their brows furrowed with lines of de...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  I'm Straight

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  Abby turned the black plastic rook over in his sunburned hand, running his fingers over the serrated top of the castle-shaped chess piece. A tall boy for his age, Abby had blond hair and brown eyes that looked green when he wore light shirts. You’re gonna lose everything. Abby tossed the ro...
• Opinion > Discrimination
  Gay Marriage

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  The United States of America is a country that has always believed in pride. As an American citizen, I have heard my parents and friends remind me dozens of times how lucky I am to live here. Many people around the world envy those who live in the United States. Large numbers of us have shelters ove...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Size Zero

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  Breakfast: cup of cereal, dry; water. Good. Lunch: bowl of tomato soup; half a banana; water. Bad. Dinner: ten crackers; slice of cheese; water. Bad. Total: under eight hundred. Breakfast: piece of toast, whole wheat; jam, strawberry; water. Average. Lunch: five pieces of tofu; low fat peanut...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Endless Cries

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  They don’t listen to your voice. They don’t listen to the din. They only listen to the blood pouring from your skin. They don’t hear the cries for help. They don’t hear the tears fall down. They only hear the ambulance driving through the town. They don’t hear the sound of laughter. ...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  A Lonely Flag

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  She keeps her head bowed low as she approaches the wall. Most think she is praying and turn away to look back at their reflections on the black stone. Only she knows she keeps her head bowed so they can’t see her tears. The path is long and stretches far ahead of her. She suddenly becomes tired...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Music

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  The earsplitting noise cuts through the fabric of my eardrums and cakes my ears with thick pain. I grimace as I watch him raise his muscular arm in the air again, signaling the band to play. I try to brace myself for the glass shattering rock music about to erupt from the depths of the music room, b...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Stars, a Crescent Moon, and Blood

  

  By Amelia_R-F, San Francisco, CA

  What had she done wrong? Her protection, her loyalty, her trust in his good judgment, all vaporized into dark gray clouds. He was her son, her very own whom she had devoted her own flesh and blood to, and he waved it aside. "I'm not a kid anymore, mom," he had said. "I know h...