Couldn't help but feel (more than) a twinge of sadness when I realized this issue of The Advocate I passed in the Port Authority yesterday will be the last one I'll ever see on a newsstand. Its reconfiguration into a supplement to Out is by no means a reflection of the mag -- all print media is hurting in the Internet Age. But it's one of the few that actually matters to me. Like many LGBTers, it was an instrumental part of my coming out (and coming-to-terms-with) process. Of course, kids coming out today wouldn't be reading something in print that they could read online anyway. And perhaps this is the real source of my sadness, my sometimes irrational fear of change.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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I'm in your corner on this one. THere's something great about receiving your latest copy of a magazine in the post - similar to receiving a handwritten letter.
And the nostalgia takes effect......
It's really quite sad. When I was 16 years old in Scranton, PA, I used to sneak into the adult bookstore downtown and the one thing I always got was a copy of The Advocate (in Scranton back in 1986 that's about the only place one could find The Advocate!-- the kids are SO lucky now!) Reading that magazine was an education; reading the personals was like a lifeboat for me-- I kept me sane until I got to college and had real relationships. It's wonderful that young people have so many more outlets now, but sad to see so many of the older ones fade away. Don't get me started on the "other" magazines that are disappearing due to this inter-web thingy :)
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