Kc Hoard

My first brush with a kind of violent, public strain of homophobia that has defined my summer was on a sweltering June day in Toronto. I boarded a streetcar at Bathurst Station before it hurtled southward to the island airport. In the final moments of wha... See more

When I was a kid, I spent each week of summer at a different day camp. My single mom, unable to care for her child while she worked all day, invested what she had into activities she thought might enrich her young son’s porous brain. I did tennis camp and... See more

I will never see Britney Spears. There, I’ve admitted it—a painful truth I’ve spent the better part of a decade trying to accept. I will never see her lip-sync “If U Seek Amy” and I will never see her listlessly spin around to “I Wanna Go.” I had that opp... See more

Violence was the central theme of the middle-school sleepovers I shared with my best friend, Brendan. The highlight of our night was seeing who would lose a limb first. We would wrestle between hours-long Call of Duty and Grand Theft Auto binges, drunk of... See more

About a month ago, I woke up before dawn in a fevered panic. I had slept through my alarm and my flight from Toronto to Guatemala was leaving in an hour. Within minutes I was in an Uber, wired despite the lack of caffeine in my system. Soon a new panic se... See more