Ah, Saturday. For most, it’s a welcome lull from the week’s noise—a chance to breathe, pause, and pretend Monday is worlds away. But for queer folks, Saturday—or any day we can carve out a pocket of peace—carries a unique kind of magic. It’s a day to live, not just survive, and to push back, whether quietly or loudly, against every pressure that insists we’re “too much” or “not enough.”
This past week hasn’t offered much peace of mind. Anti-trans laws are creeping up ballots again, and politicians continue to wield our existence like a political pawn, erasing lives, voices, and nuance along the way. Every inch we’ve fought for—healthcare rights, school protections, and yes, the fundamental right to live authentically—still sits precariously on someone else’s agenda. So this weekend, as resistance burns brightly in some places and smolders quietly in others, let’s think about what it means to hold space for resilience in a world that won’t always hold it for us.
When we talk about resilience, it’s easy to imagine epic acts of courage. But real queer resilience looks a lot more like everyday magic: picking up your HRT prescription, logging into that support group, holding your partner’s hand in public even if the stares linger a little too long. It’s sitting with a friend and venting about news that feels like a personal affront. It’s showing up, showing love, and daring to be visible in a world that often prefers we weren’t.
There’s a quiet heroism in this courage. If you’re out here taking up space, laughing, loving, or simply existing openly in a world intent on silencing you, you’re part of a long, beautiful tradition. You’re proving, as Audre Lorde once put it, that “caring for oneself is an act of political warfare.” Each moment of queer joy, no matter how small, chips away at systems that work overtime to deny us that joy.
So, this weekend, take a moment to honour your own acts of resilience, however they appear. Go out, stay in, wrap yourself in community, or find your peace alone. Remember that resilience isn’t about how much you can withstand but about how fiercely you continue to live and love despite it all.
Every breath, every laugh, every ordinary choice to embrace life authentically—it all matters. Because sometimes, the most radical thing you can do is simply be.