On March 18, cosplayers, J-pop fans and all flavours of anime enthusiasts transformed the Nest's Great Hall into a celebration of Japanese culture. Enter UBC Anime Club’s Pop-Up Hanami: one of the biggest events of the year by one of the biggest clubs on campus.
Filmmaker and UBC professor Antoine Bourges’ first feature film, Fail to Appear, is an striking commentary on the shortcomings of Canadian legal systems’ dehumanizing and disempowering approaches to the mental health crisis.
So instead of wasting away in pre-spring limbo, why not do some stretches, find a bamboo pole, and make the limbo work for you?
The Birds took flight on March 16, with performances until March 25. Tickets are available through the theatre and film department’s website.
For many survivors of sexual trauma, there is a clear before and after — and there is no going back. But that doesn’t mean healing isn’t possible.
Sally Elhennawy is a writer who explores themes of Queer love and desire in her poetry.
I grew up in Calgary, in a fairly fundamentalist religious household. I struggled to find balance between the ‘Western’ ideals of my friends and school, and the traditional teachings around purity and gender relations that were part and parcel of my family’s cultural belief system.
On our first beach day of the year, ceremoniously marking the beginning of summer in Vancouver, my best friend Aya and I made a celibacy pact.
Our world puts great emphasis on labels.
Hookups can feel like a minefield of potential awkward situations — do you head home at 2 a.m., or stick around for breakfast in the morning? Were they staring deep into your eyes out of basic courtesy, or is it… true love? Is it weird to ask to borrow their deodorant?
How to lean into your dark feminine energy. Don’t chase, attract.
A staggering number of you are having sex to The Weeknd, or at least claiming to enjoy having sex to The Weeknd.
It was a swelteringly hot day in 2009, and I was visiting Hotan, my mother’s hometown where I spent a great deal of my childhood.
This article discusses eating disorders.
One of my first hookups post-breakup was with a man recalled in my carnal canon only as Peanut Butter Guy, because of the unexplained jar of peanut butter he had on his bedroom floor.
For almost the entirety of my university career, the only constant in my love life — aside from proclaiming “I’m never downloading a dating app again!” and then doing exactly that — has been heartbreak.
Like many Gen-Z Queer masc people, Grindr has distorted my understanding of romance.
