Cornell’s LGBTQ+ program house, the Loving House, arrived on campus this semester — but with an extra $5,000 for resources, literature, decorations, kitchen appliances and furniture, members of the Loving House and residence staff hope they can make it seem like more of a home.
You can find Rabbi Hayley Goldstein at her home on Friday nights, having Shabbat dinner and discussing the week’s Torah portion with a small group of students. As the first queer female Rabbi at Cornell Hillel, Goldstein’s philosophy of inclusion goes beyond acceptance.
The Cornell University Gay and Lesbian Alumni Association will celebrate a trio of achievements this homecoming weekend: “50+ years of LGBTQ+ Advocacy at Cornell,” the 25th anniversary of the LGBTQ Resource Center and the grand opening of the Loving House, a new LGBTQ program house that opened this semester.
The grand opening of the Loving House at Mews Hall was the culmination of decades of advocacy and hard work. This weekend, supporters celebrated with new residents, staff and administration to mark the beginning of Cornell’s newest program house.
After last year’s meme-fracas, one might be forgiven for wiping the Student Assembly from memory, or perhaps just forgetting that positions beyond that of the president exist. But that would be a mistake. Starting Tuesday at 9 a.m., and continuing until noon Feb. 14, students will have the opportunity to vote four new representatives onto the Student Assembly: one LGBTQ+ liaison, one first-generation student representative and two minority students liaisons. Cornell’s unique system of shared governance and S.A. affinity representation creates seats at the table for communities long marginalized in higher education.
Cornell’s LGBTQ+ student union and the Student Assembly are currently organizing a lobbying trip in late January to the New York State Senate in Albany to voice support for the proposed Gender Expression Non-Discrimination Act.
I’m not the type of person who watches one movie after another on long-haul flights, and usually spend the better part of the sixteen hours sleeping. The trip back from Hong Kong before the beginning of this semester ended up being one rare exception, however, because there was a crying baby in the seat next to me. I had no choice but to cycle through all the MCU movies they had (thank God), and afterwards, set my eye on a movie I had deliberately avoided seeing in the spring — Love, Simon. Despite putting the movie’s soundtrack on repeat the moment it came out, and despite promising every one of my friends who went to opening weekend and raved about it afterwards that I would go see it, I never did after watching the trailer. You would think that as someone who loves rom-coms and never shuts up about representation, the premise itself is enough to make me want to go.