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Stayin’ Alive: The radical origins and legacy of disco

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Illustration of a silhouette of a person with an afro hairstyle and gold hoop earings, on top, a silver disco ball.
ILLUSTRATION: Winnie Shen / The Peak

By: Kiana Montakhab, SFU student

Not many people know about the politically-charged history of disco. More than just a soundtrack for glittering dance floors and late-night hedonism, disco was a movement, one that provided a revolutionary space for Black, Latinx, and 2SLGBTQIA+ communities to reclaim joy and visibility in a world that sought to erase them. Unlike most music genres, the origins of disco are highly debated. The term “disco” itself is derived from the French word “discothèque,” which refers to a dance-oriented nightclub where recorded music is played rather than live performances. Some pinpoint these discothèques, which emerged in the ‘60s, as the origins of disco, but it wasn’t until the underground dance scenes of the ‘70s New York City that it truly began

In the wake of the Stonewall Uprising in 1969, a pivotal moment in the fight for 2SLGBTQIA+ rights, mainstream club scenes remained largely unwelcoming. As a result, the movement went underground, flourishing in hidden venues where marginalized communities found refuge and freedom. One of the most recognized events were, and continue to be, David Mancuso’s The Loft parties. Described as an “egalitarian utopia,” Manusco’s parties emphasized community and connection for those seeking a liberating space. Mancuso, a pioneer in the art of DJing, was an expert at curating a vibe. He carefully selected tracks from a diverse array of genres, seamlessly blending progressive soul, Philly soul, Latin American dance music, and African music to create an immersive experience for dancers. It was in spaces like The Loft that disco’s distinct sound began taking shape.

As a music genre and cultural movement, disco would not exist without the contributions of Black artists like Donna Summer, Gloria Gaynor, Sylvester, and many more. These artists, with their powerful vocals and mesmerizing beats, transformed dance floors into spaces of liberation and joy, often releasing songs with socially resonant themes. Tracks like Gaynor’s immensely famous “I Will Survive” became an anthem of resilience, while Sylvester’s “You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)” celebrated queer identity at a time when such visibility was incredibly rare. 

Music wasn’t the only player setting up disco culture. Fashion, an undeniably political form of expression, was just as intertwined in disco culture as it was with its music. Historically, fashion has been a tool of resistence and identity, from the suffragettes’ white dresses to the Black Panther Party’s leather jackets and berets. Throughout history, clothing has been used to challenge societal norms, signal allegiance to movements, and assert visibility for marginalized groups. From the suffragettes’ white dresses symbolizing purity and defiance to the Black Panther Party’s leather jackets and berets embodying strength and revolution, fashion has always carried messages beyond aesthetics. 

In disco fashion was a radical act; Black, Latinx, and queer communities adorned themselves in bold, extravagant attire to reclaim space and challenge mainstream ideals of beauty and gender. Androgynous looks, sequins, platform shoes, and flowing fabrics were more than just trends; they were statements of defiance in a world that often sought to erase them. Many of disco’s most iconic fashion trends can be traced back to Black communities, especially Black women who pioneered the era’s most celebrated styles. Disco divas like Diana Ross, and Grace Jones adorned themselves in luxurious fabrics, dazzling sequins and rhinestones, as well as theatrical, over-the-top accessories that amplified their larger-than-life presence. The influence of their glamour extended far beyond the dance floor, shaping trends that continue to be embraced today,  including hoop earrings, acrylic nails, bold makeup, and lettuce hems.

Disco was a movement, one that provided a revolutionary space for Black, Latinx, and 2SLGBTQIA+ communities to reclaim joy, identity, and visibility in a world that sought to erase them.

At its height, disco became both a peak cultural phenomenon and a victim of its own success. Studio 54 was an opulent symbol of this duality: an iconic nightclub that showcased the glitz and excess of disco while also contributing to its mainstream commercialization. Many have only heard myths about Studio 54 — wild tales of celebrities, anonymous sex on rubber balconies, extravagant cocaine usage, that picture of Bianca Jagger on a horse. Some of its celebrity clientele included Michael Jackson, Salvador Dalí, and Margaret Trudeau (yeah, that one). Yet, even as it rose to fame as the defining nightclub of its era, it symbolized disco’s shift from an inclusive, underground movement to a commercialized spectacle. The contributions of the marginalized communities who built disco were erased, while an influx of wealthy, white partygoers flocked to the scene, captivated by its glitz but ignoring its cultural significance. Saturday Night Fever, a movie that centres white John Travolta as the face of disco, further cemented this erasure, repackaging disco as a straight, white phenomenon and stripping it of its radical roots. While the film popularized disco across the culturally suburban areas of the US and beyond, it did so at the expense of the communities that had birthed the genre.

The mainstreaming of disco, with its focus on sanitized, radio-friendly hits led to a backlash that cultivated the “Disco Sucks” movement. Spearheaded by Steve Dahl, a rock radio host who loathed disco’s dominance over the airwaves, “Disco Sucks” was more than just a rock vs. disco musical preference; it evolved into a cultural battle fueled by racism, homophobia, and a reactionary rejection of disco’s association with marginalized communities. Dahl called his followers the “Coho Lips,” a reference to the coho salmon that were released into the Great Lakes to rid the water of parasites — not a very subtle metaphor that framed disco and its marginalized community as parasites to be eradicated. The movement reached its peak on July 12, 1979, during Disco Demolition Night at Comiskey Park in Chicago, where thousands gathered to watch disco records explode in a fiery spectacle. What was framed as an anti-commercialism protest was, in reality, a violent rejection of the spaces and identities disco had uplifted. The crowd, overwhelmingly white and male, turned the event into a chaotic riot, storming the field of the ballpark and setting records ablaze, a symbolic purging of disco’s cultural influence. 

In the aftermath, the industry responded swiftly. Radio stations abandoned disco playlists, record labels dropped artists associated with the genre, and “disco” became a dirty word in popular culture. The radical social movements and cultural revolutions of the ‘60s and ‘70s, driven by civil rights activism, 2SLGBTQIA+ liberation, and anti-establishment sentiments, gradually gave way to the conservative resurgence of the ‘80s, marked by free-market economics, moral panics, and a backlash against the very progress that had defined the previous decades — sounds familiar, right?

Yet, while the mainstream moved on, disco never truly disappeared. Its influence seeped into house, techno, and electronic dance music, genres that carried forward its legacy of liberation and community-building on the dance floor. What the “Disco Sucks” movement failed to erase was the undeniable truth that disco had transformed the way people moved, celebrated, and resisted — its heart remained beating to the rhythm of the night long after the fire at Comiskey Park was extinguished.

Vancouver may have earned the nickname “No-Fun City” in recent years, but its past tells a much livelier story. Opening its doors in 1975 and nestled in a concrete building on Seymour and Drake, Luv-a-Fair was the beating heart of the city’s underground nightlife — a sanctuary where disco lovers, punks, goths, drag queens, and new wavers converged under flashing purple neon lights to lose themselves in the music. Though Luv-a-Fair shut down its doors for good in 2003, sacrificed to Vancouver’s ever-growing condo boom, nostalgic Vancouverites remember it as the “heyday of Vancouver’s club scene.” Other beloved nightclubs of the era include The Pink Pussycat, The Smilin’ Buddha, and Oil Can Harry’s. Nevertheless, disco remains alive and well in Vancouver, thriving in retro-themed club nights, bars, and drag performances which celebrate the genre’s glamorous aesthetics and liberating energy. Venues like Fox Cabaret, The Birdhouse, and Rolla Skate Club regularly host disco events. 

As Black History Month prompts reflection on cultural contributions, disco serves as a powerful reminder of how Black artistry shaped not just a music genre, but an entire way of life. Disco remains more than just a fleeting trend; it stands as a testament to resilience and a powerful reminder that the dance floor has always been political — a space where joy is both defiant and transformative.

Long-time Vancouver tenant fights bad-faith eviction

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This is a photo of Abby Leung speaking into a mic, where members of the VTU stand behind her in support.
PHOTO: Courtesy of Vancouver Tenants Union

By: Lucaiah Smith-Miodownik, News Writer

For one long-time Vancouver tenant, the future is uncertain. Abby Leung has lived in Kensington-Cedar Cottage for over 17 years. She told CityNews Vancouver that she’s never been late to pay rent and has “maintained a good relationship with her landlord.” This includes taking care of her landlord’s dog, according to the Vancouver Tenants Union (VTU). Now Leung, who shared she is elderly and has a mental and physical disability, faces eviction from her basement suite. The VTU is currently helping Leung with collective action as they are “committed to educating renters on their rights and standing up to landlords and developers.” 

To understand how the situation progressed, it’s necessary to take a few steps back. According to the VTU, Leung’s landlord originally suggested eviction “so that family members or homestays could move in.” Then, in November 2023, the landlord told Leung that her rent would be increased by 42% beginning in March. This suggested increase was 12 times the “legal provincially regulated allowable rent increase,” which was 3.5% in 2024. Leung told her landlord the increase would be unjust, but ultimately agreed to a 24% increase, feeling pressured. The VTU stated the landlord then grew angry with Leung. “I was so anxious and nervous, and so depressed. I stayed home and cried,” she told CityNews

Come September 2024, Leung’s landlord served her with an eviction notice. Section 49 of the Residential Tenancy Act refers to “landlord use” evictions, stating “a landlord may end a tenancy with four months’ notice if the landlord or their close family member intends to occupy the rental unit.” 

“Eviction with the ‘landlord use’ is rising,” Leung told the VTU in an interview on Instagram. “A lot of landlords use this excuse to evict long-term tenants, particularly the vulnerable, people just like seniors.” Artemisia Yang, a volunteer with the VTU, told CityNews, “We see across Vancouver, which is the eviction capital of Canada, where landlords will use all sorts of bogus reasons — not just landlord use, but damage to property — to evict the tenants in order to raise the rent.”  The rental increase limit does not apply between tenancies, except for single-room units in Vancouver.

According to a 2023 story from Global News, “BC seniors who face eviction from long-term, affordable rental housing face ‘catastrophic’ consequences.” They reported that “there’s been an ‘uptick’ in the number of people over 60 in homeless shelters, and even single-room occupancy buildings are now financially out of reach for many.”

“We need a system to protect the tenants, and not provide the loophole for the landlord to abuse.” — Abby Leung, Vancouver tenant

The Residential Tenancy Act also includes a good faith clause, which “requires honesty of intention with no ulterior motive” for the eviction. Leung believes her landlord may have intended to re-rent the apartment at a higher price. “We need a system to protect the tenants, and not provide the loophole for the landlord to abuse,” she told the VTU, referring to how landlord-use evictions are too easy for landlords to carry out.

Leung says she’s reached out to her landlord on multiple occasions. “I honestly want my landlord to sit down with me and find a solution that’s good for us together, then I don’t need to leave,” Leung told CityNews. “I have written a letter, texted her, and emailed her, and also [reached out] verbally to ask her to have a conversation. Unfortunately, she ignores all my requests,” she told the VTU. CityNews was unable to receive a response from Leung’s landlord. 

Given her rent was originally raised illegally by 24%, Leung filed a dispute with the Residential Tenancy Branch (RTB) with the assistance of the VTU, claiming the eviction was in bad faith. The branch sided with the landlord. The VTU said Leung “plans to continue fighting” and pushed for the BC Supreme Court to conduct a Judicial Review to determine whether or not the RTB acted fairly. VTU organizer Alex Werier told The Peak a date for the Judicial Review has not been set. He also stated that on January 30, one day before Leung’s scheduled eviction, she attended court and “was granted a stay of her eviction until March 31.” Leung’s stay may “be extended if necessary until a date [for review] can be scheduled and attended.

“While we are very glad to have received a stay of the eviction, Abby’s housing is still uncertain, and that has been very hard for her, both because she is still facing the threat of being kicked out of her home, and because of the uncertainty of not knowing when her court date is,” stated Werier. “At the moment, the stay is not indefinite.

“This is a good reminder that there are likely thousands of people throughout the city going through similar hardships without this support. These systems can be quite opaque, and landlords will almost always have more resources at their disposal to navigate them,” Werier continued. “The VTU plans to remain in this fight until Abby is safe and secure in her home.”

SOCA kicks off Black History Month with ceremony

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This is a photo of five black panelists sitting on high chairs. Some of them are looking over at a screen, where another panelist has joined them virtually.
PHOTO: Lucaiah Smith-Miodownik / The Peak

By: Lucaiah Smith-Miodownik, News Writer

Editor’s Note: C Icart, humour editor at The Peak, was a panelist at this event. He was not involved in the production of this article.

On February 3, a snowy afternoon on Burnaby Mountain coated the campus in a blanket of reflection. Inside, SFU Students of Caribbean and African Ancestry (SOCA) held their Black History Month kickoff ceremony. Formed in 1994, SOCA “is an equity-seeking constituency group focusing on raising awareness on issues relevant to people of Black, African, and Caribbean descent on campus and globally.” They also provide community and a safe space for Black students on campus. The event, themed “From Past to Future: Black Canadian History and Leadership,” began with a slideshow on the history of Black Canadian influence, hardship, and success. It was followed by a musical performance from local artist TKID, a speech from SFU sociology professor Prof-Collins Ifeonu, and a panel of Black speakers working to make change. The panel was moderated by SFU Student Balqees Jama. The Peak attended the ceremony.

Professor Ifeonu’s speech recognized the complexities and importance of defining Blackness from a Canadian perspective. “Blackness in Canada, it struggles for visibility,” he said. “It’s always articulated as what I would call an ‘elsewhere identity.’ Something that exists outside of Canada.” Yet, this “couldn’t be further from the truth,” Ifeonu explained, acknowledging the kickoff’s theme of history and leadership. “Black history is Canadian history,” he said, quoting Jean Augustine, the first Black Canadian woman elected to Parliament who served multiple roles

The Peak also spoke with SOCA’s president, Adanna Nduagu. She discussed how the ceremony not only touched on the past but highlighted the history of tomorrow for Black Canadian leaders: “I’m seeing Black people aspire to leadership positions [ . . . ] irrespective of the systemic barriers they encounter in the way. So that was my goal — to inspire whoever attended.”

The panelists spoke to a variety of questions about their work and the impacts they’ve made. A common thread between them all was their commitment to building community. One of the panelists was recording artist, educator, and SFU alum Ndidi Cascade. Cascade has opened shows for stars like Wu-Tang Clan and also led “youth empowerment workshops and hip-hop education school programs.” Cascade spoke about her love for cyphers within the Canadian hip-hop scene as one example of building community. Cyphers are gatherings where performers “rap, break, [and] beatbox tightly together in a circle where each person just might get a moment in the spotlight.” Another panelist, Sosa Eweka-Valentine, a registered nurse and mental health advocate, founded Talks with Sosa, “a public speaking platform that seeks to bring experts to discuss issues from social justice to mental health.” She discussed how her platform works to end the negative stigma around mental illness.

“I’m seeing Black people aspire to leadership positions [ . . . ] irrespective of the systemic barriers they encounter in the way. So that was my goal — to inspire whoever attended.” — Adanna Nduagu, president, SOCA

Naa Sheka Riby-Williams spoke via Zoom. Riby-Williams is a clothing designer and founder of NaaSheka Fashion, a streetwear brand inspired by and produced in Ghana. She spoke about how her brand works to showcase authentic Ghanaian fashion and provide jobs and education to Ghanaians. For one, Riby-Williams helped build libraries for students in Ghana. She is also the creator of this year’s Canucks’ Black Excellence Night logo. Another panelist was Brian Seremba — co-founder of the BC Community Alliance (BCCA). The BCCA is a non-profit focused on “addressing the structural inequities created by racism” in educational settings. The organization “advocated, organized, and collected community data” for the Anti-Racism Act, which requires the Canadian government to develop an action plan to confront systemic racism. The BCCA also created the BC school racism tracker, allowing community members to report incidents of racism to address harm and provide healing support for those affected. C Icart, humour editor at The Peak, SFU teaching assistant, and communication PhD student studying “Black Twitter meme culture as a form of political engagement,” also spoke as a panelist. He discussed the importance of representation in developing a sense of community, discussing how many students may have never had a Black TA before. 

The panel also explored the ongoing Black Class Action discrimination case. Black Class Action Secretariat (BCAS) alleges that the Public Service of Canada “has failed to achieve equality in the workplace” for Black Canadians. Nicholas Marcus Thompson, a human rights advocate and the leader of the BCAS, told Amnesty International that the Canadian government “repeatedly acknowledged the existence of anti-Black racism in its institutions but has failed to take real action in response.” He stated that “Black public service workers deserve better and expect no less.” 

Icart expressed how first reading about the case felt like reading a lot of stuff that they already knew about, stating, “If you’re Black in this country, you’ve experienced it or you know someone who has. He also spoke to the dangers of the recent anti-diversity, equity, and inclusion push in the US and the abundance of misinformation about minority groups online that can convince people that “this is not happening.”

This employment-related discrimination case against the federal government is the “largest and most high-profile” of its kind in Canada. Currently, the class action is awaiting certification from the court. To be certified, the lawsuit must be found to have a “legally valid claim” and must apply to at least two individuals with common issues, known as a class.

After the event concluded, Nduagu shared she was “grateful that we had this amazing set of panelists who could come speak to us and share their journey, share knowledge, share why it’s important to always be rooted in community.”

For more Black History Month events from SOCA, see their calendar on their Instagram, @sfusoca.

It’s not me, it’s you: my experience as a queer sports fan

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Four women athletes and para athletes holding up a pride flag.
ILLUSTRATION: Kristin Lee / The Peak

By: Kaja Antic, Sports Writer

I’ve loved sports since I was young. From the moment Sidney Crosby scored the “Golden Goal” at the 2010 Winter Olympics, I was enthralled. As a kid, I regularly watched hockey, football, tennis — and even golf occasionally — when spending time with my grandparents. While my attention towards sports wavered through high school as I tried to fit a “moody performing arts kid” stereotype, it came back with a force once I graduated. I rediscovered my passion for sports, starting with my love for hockey that never really went away. I’ve grown to love soccer, baseball, motorsports, and professional wrestling, with the same awe that seven-year-old Kaja had watching Crosby score.

I’ve also known I was queer since I was young.

I didn’t have the words to express myself at first, pushing myself in elementary school to “like” boys like how all the girls did on TV. I tried to find a mix between what was considered “girly,” like loving the colour pink, or something that was reserved for boys, like loving hockey or Star Wars. I knew I was different, putting on some sort of act I now recognize as compulsory heterosexuality — trying to emulate the “normal” things girls were supposed to do. 

I first learned about the 2SLGBTQIA+ community when I started high school, but that was mainly due to my activity in the Once Upon A Time Instagram fandom. At first, I just thought I was a really good ally. It wasn’t until I was nearly 14 that I came out to my friends. I waited over three more years to come out to my family.

Over the past few years, I’ve spent more of my time involved in sports in some capacity. I spend most of my evenings at ice rinks, and know the layout of BC Place better than the layout of the campus I’ve attended for three years. My social media algorithms are full of everything from F1 highlights to funny WWE moments to animals interrupting MLB games

Still, I feel like I’m constantly hiding a part of myself in some sense of preservation. 

I don’t hide the fact I am queer. I don’t hide the fact that I use she/they pronouns. I’m not intentionally placing myself back in the closet, though sometimes in these sports circles I feel it would be better off if I did.

“I know I should expect it, especially in the hyper masculine sphere of men’s sports, but it still hurts to know that those surrounding me in the arenas might hate me if they knew more. That even though we were the same jersey, they hate me for something I cannot control.”

I’ve told myself time and time again to not check the comments or replies anytime a post mentions any 2SLGBTQIA+ identities in the slightest. Sometimes, though, it feels like I can’t look away. 

Whether it’s a post about a team pride night, pride merchandise, acknowledgement of a local 2SLGBTQIA+ organization, or even a video of an athlete doing a simple dance with their family, there’s always something in the comments spewing hatred. I know I should expect it, especially in the hyper masculine sphere of men’s sports, but it still hurts to know that those surrounding me in the arenas might hate me if they knew more. That even though we were the same jersey, they hate me for something I cannot control.

I know it’s not healthy for me to try and change their minds, I’m just so sick of the sports I love not loving me back. I’ve spent countless hours watching NHL hockey, and while it didn’t surprise me to see the commissioner call pride jerseys a “distraction,” it really hurt. Not just me as a queer adult, but also me as a little kid, just trying to fit in in a community that tries to push her out. 

I also recognize the inherent privilege I have. I’m white. I have a decently accepting family. I don’t remember a time where marriage equality was an issue in Canada. I don’t constantly have to fight for my right to exist. 

As international politics now veer to the right, the silently tolerant have now grown to the loudly hateful. Sports used to be my break from reality, but the broader communities have turned it into the reinforcement of what I sought to escape. 

Still, nothing changes if I leave. Existing in a space that was not made to include me is my form of resistance. I love sports, and I love being queer. Nothing about myself has to change, and to those that want me to do so — I’ll still be here, whether you like it or not.

The rumours are true, I have flirted with a man before

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Couple standing in a kitchen eating strawberries. They are surrounded by different breakfast foods and are looking at each other lovingly.
PHOTO: Jack Sparrow / Pexels

By: C Icart, Humour Editor

I’m 25, and honestly, it’s great. Love being 25. Like yesterday, I wanted a chocolate bar, so I just bought myself a chocolate bar. Didn’t have to ask my mom, didn’t have to pass GO, didn’t have to collect $200 . . . It was salted caramel flavoured (stop drooling). Another great thing about being 25 is that I’ve seemingly aged out of the age range where men think I’m attractive (and vulnerable). It has literally been years since I’ve been catcalled or followed (I think, I’m not as diligent with looking behind me these days). 

But like, I wasn’t always 25 (yeah, that’s right, I’m hitting you with the plot twist). My age has also been a bunch of numbers that were not 25. I’m not going to list them; I’ll let you use your imagination. And as a result of living in a society sometimes at those ages where I wasn’t 25, I interacted with men. Yeah, there was a time (a dark, dark time) when I swiped on men on Tinder. I was young, had low self-esteem, and had deluded myself into believing I was attracted to my natural predators. And honestly, it was a learning experience! I learned that men are super open about being red-pilled. I also learned that they interpret being a gender studies student as an invitation to debate you about feminism and women’s rights.

Which made me feel like they were deeply misunderstanding the point of Tinder. Bro, are you even trying to get laid? Is pissing me off your version of foreplay? I actually think men turn their brains off before opening dating apps. There’s no other explanation for the blurry pics, the nonsensical and/or condescending bios, and the most bizarre attempts at conversation. 

Like, you can’t see me right now because you’re reading and I’m probably not in the same room as you (you should still be diligent and look behind you), but I’m Black. But I’m not above being a race traitor so I swipe on non-Black people all the time (yeah, even when I wasn’t 25). Tell me why this white man matched with me and his first message to me was “I love Black women. Are you attracted to white men?” It made me want to ask him the same question I want to ask the Instacart shopper man  who contacted me to tell me the grocery store didn’t have pasta: “Did you think at all before texting me?” The only reason we matched was because you saw a picture of me and were instantly entranced and I saw a picture of you and thought it was good enough. So why are you coming out to me as white in the chat? 

But it’s OK! It was a learning experience! I learned that dating apps are exactly like real life. In both cases, men get really aggressive when you don’t respond to them. I also learned that while men might disappoint you, vegan salted caramel chocolate with little salty crunchy bits inside never will. It actually tastes sweet and will leave you satisfied.

Love, intimacy, and more in The Peak’s February TV picks

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A person holds up a TV remote. In the background is a TV screen with a streaming service on it.
PHOTO: Glenn Carstens-Peters / Unsplash

By: Karly Burns, Fact Checker; Mason Mattu, News Writer; Izzy Cheung, Arts & Culture Editor; Petra Chase, Editor-in-Chief

A love letter to XO, Kitty — Karly Burns, Fact Checker 

PHOTO: Courtesy of Awesomeness and ACE Entertainment

For those who love coming-of-age romance tropes, XO, Kitty will have you feeling butterflies. This spin-off of the To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before trilogy follows Kitty (Anna Cathcart) as she looks for her very own Peter Kavinsky (Noah Centineo). Kitty’s journey for love takes endless twists and turns that left me blushing and wanting more. Her first destination for love begins with Dae-heon (Choi Min-Young). Kitty decides to surprise him in Korea at The Korean Independent School of Seoul (KISS), but sees him holding hands with Yuri (Gia Kim), a girl hiding her sexuality due to the control of her famous parents. I can’t deny the excitement I felt when Yuri came out to her friends, a feeling I’m sure many queer hearts can relate too.

What begins as confusion and heartache transforms into Kitty’s yearning for love. This feud leads her down an enemies-to-lovers road in which she falls for Yuri. Kitty is encompassed by the many conflicting emotions that come with a sexual awakening, and even has a sex dream about Yuri. As a queer person, my heart was bursting with excitement to see Kitty explore her bisexuality. What stops Kitty from following her heart is that Yuri’s heart has fallen for someone else. 

Kitty’s path trails down to Min Ho (Sang Heon Lee), a boy who shows his dislike for Kitty since day one by nicknaming her the “Portland Stalker.” He is portrayed as the series player, as he charms every girl that lays eyes on him (and I can say the same for myself) except for Kitty. Through each moment together, we see Kitty and Min Ho start to tolerate one-another. Their story has me waiting in suspense for them to finally break their sexual tension. Waiting for season three has me grasping my love letters, hoping Kitty finally reaches the path that leads her to love.

A love that stands the test of time — Mason Mattu, News Writer 

PHOTO: Courtesy of Left Bank Pictures

Outlander is the story of Jamie (Sam Heughan), a Scottish dissident against the British from 1743, and his one true love Claire (Caitríona Balfe), a British nurse from 1945. When Claire accidentally travels through a mystical set of stones on a trip to Scotland, she is sent back in time to 1743. Throughout the series, the couple experience life in pre-revolution France, fight on the side of the Americans in the revolution, and are separated from one another for years. 

If you’re starting to get disinterested after all that history, let me tell you that this show is probably the single best romantic television show. Jamie and Claire’s story is one of intense loss, loyalty, and true perseverance. Although their marriage was initially arranged for her safety, Clarie quickly began to develop emotions for Jamie. The reason I call Outlander a story of heart-wrenching romance is because viewers are forced to see the separation of Jamie and Claire multiple times throughout the series. 

When thinking of a moment that shows the eternal bond between Jamie and Claire, I think of when they meet for the first time after being separated for 20 years. Whenever the couple is apart for an extended period of time, you feel as though someone close to you has left. It doesn’t even feel like a show about time travel — it feels real

While this show is known for its sex scenes, and there is definitely a lot of physical chemistry between Jamie and Claire, I see the show more as a tale of emotional romance. I am a big history nerd, and the fact that Outlander combines both history and romance led me to digest the true message of hope and perseverance that the show oozes.

A comfort relationship in my comfort TV show — Izzy Cheung, Arts & Culture Editor 

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PHOTO: Courtesy of Fremulon

Brooklyn Nine-Nine was my comfort show in high school, and to this day, I love turning on an episode to remind me of old times. The best couple by far is that of captain Raymond Holt (Andre Braugher) and Kevin Cozner (Marc Evan Jackson) (and their adorable corgi, Cheddar). As a gay Black police captain, Holt faces a lot of hardships throughout his career, resulting in his serious personality. He relies on actions rather than words to profess his love for his husband. The show portrays their wedding in a quick flashback that isn’t more than 10 seconds long, with the two men not even holding hands as the minister announces that they’re married. When asked to tap into his emotions to write a wedding speech nearly 20 years later, Holt writes a haiku — “marriage is a contract / between two adults / of different families.” He sees no problem with this because, in his brain, that’s what it is. This is because Holt sees things predominantly in black and white, and the same mindset goes for his husband. It’s exactly why he and Cozner are perfect for each other — both profess their love for one-another in the same stoic way. It’s a type of love language that you’d think wouldn’t work out, but for them, it just does. Emotional expressions are rare for these two, only because their perception of intimacy is different from the norm. One of the only times we see Cozner display his emotions in the show is when he defends his husband from his colleagues after they insult Holt’s career. For some couples, intimacy requires physical proximity and poetic words of affirmation; but for Holt and Cozner, a simple handshake is more than enough to know one another’s feelings. Their relationship is a great reminder of how intimacy can be more than just physical. 

Love between cultures

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PHOTO: Courtesy of Netflix

Like many people, I watched the second season of Mo as soon as it came out last week. Mo centers around Mo (Mohammed Amer), a second-generation Palestinian refugee in Texas, getting by without status and his family’s delayed asylum hearing. In addition to the dark comedy laying bare the US’ treatment of refugees, what makes this series so beautiful is its portrayal of intimacy. From Mo’s perspective, he keeps his struggles secret from the women in his life because he needs to protect them. He also processes his emotions and trauma in self-destructive ways to avoid showing weakness. Flashbacks hint at this being due to wanting to make his late father proud and honour his legacy, on top of the added pressures of grinding in an individualist, capitalist society. Throughout the series, you’re rooting for him to recognize his own worth, and it’s cathartic to see him realize what’s truly important from conversations with his mother (Farah Bsieso). She reminds him of his cultural heritage and the resilience of Palestinians, and that this can be found even in the act of making and sharing handmade olive oil.

Maria wants a partner, not someone to take care of her, and this is something they navigate through honest discussions. Maria is a Catholic Mexican and Mo a Muslim, and while we do see how their different religions and cultures cause challenges, at the end of the day they have a mutual understanding and respect for each other. The positive portrayal and nuances of an intercultural and interreligious relationship is refreshing to see on screen. It’s beautiful to see their two cultures come together, even in how Maria speaks to him in Spanish, with Arabic terms of endearment sprinkled in.

Brighter side: A trail worth following

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A photo of a hand stroking wheat-grass in the sunlight.
PHOTO: Jack Redgate / Pexels

By: Moe Hare, SFU Student

There’s something undeniably sexy about a happy trail. That thin line of hair leading down, drawing your gaze exactly where it wants to go — it’s practically an invitation! A promise of what’s waiting just beneath the waistband. It’s not just the sight of it either, but the feeling of your finger tracing the path, the way skin twitches and squirms under your touch. It begs to be followed!

And let’s not forget the landing strip — a bold, deliberate choice. It gives it character, a strip of personality, if you will. Call me a pilot the way I’ll land on that strip.

So, next time you’re taking an “everything shower,” why not consider giving your bikini area a low-taper fade? In a world obsessed with bare skin, happy trails, landing strips, or whatever style you choose are a reminder that a little hair can be ridiculously hot. They’re a roadmap, a preview, a tease. And honestly? I’ll always take the scenic route.

WGOG: Lovers too shy to shout

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A photo capturing a couple, legs strewn across each other on the bedspread.
PHOTO: Ketut Subiyanto / Pexels

By: Mayka Ruckus, SFU Student

I can’t be the only one majorly demoralized the moment you realize your partner’s a Quiet Quincy or Silent Suzie. The bedroom door is locked and the house is empty, but their mouth’s still sealed shut like joy is the admission of some terrible secret.

Where’s the energy, the enthusiasm?! I loathe feeling like I don’t affect you. Let me hear you, darling, please

I feel your chest rise and fall with quick breaths, only the smallest hums and whimpers, and I want to tell you it’s OK. Let go. Enjoy me, this. I don’t need coherence or even full words, in fact, the less the better. I relish the sound of pleasure when it’s ripped from your lips, rough and jagged and real. We’re not kids anymore, this isn’t against the rules — for fuck’s sake, call my name. Call mine and I yours, and let us make music.

Peakie gets sexy

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Envelope with a red seal on a table surrounded by lingerie.
ILLUSTRATION: Bithi Sutradhar / The Peak

By: Petra Chase, Editor-in-Chief and C Icart, Humour Editor

Dear Peakie, 

Do you have the TLC people’s phone number (the network, not the girl group)? I was practicing the Megan Thee Stallion headboard challenge by myself so I’d be ready for Valentine’s Day, and what followed was actually the perfect story to reboot Sex Sent Me to the ER. I hurried to put on lingerie before the paramedics arrived and lied to them and said my sexual partner escaped out the window by scaling down the building like SpiderMan because he was embarrassed by his super strength. So anyways, yeah, do you have the number? 

Sincerely, 
Forever a hottie

Dear Forever a hottie,

I don’t have their number, but I did research the show’s extensive catalogue. You wouldn’t be the first to get sent to the ER for doing an internet challenge trying to seduce their partner — there have been three separate episodes about elbow dislocations from doing the whip and the nay nay in 2016. Partners sneaking out the window happened in twothirds of the episodes (source = trust me). Besides, it’s 2025, no one watches TLC anymore. Launch a Substack with a narrative piece about the experience and go all out! Maybe even submit it to a few literary journals. In a few years, they’ll be making the film adaptation called The Sex Injury and you’ll be thanking that headboard challenge for bringing on your big break.

I see your future,

Peakie

Dear Peakie, 

I told my partner I like to be dominated in the bedroom. They seemed really excited by the idea, which was super hot. But then, in the heat of the moment, they made really intense eye contact and threatened to impose a tariff on me (not hot). Should I give them another chance? Maybe next time we don’t use Global News as the “Netflix” before our “chill?” 

Best, 
Looking for a Canadian lube brand

Dear Looking for a Canadian lube brand,

Who’s buying lube in 2025 when you can get a bottle of maple syrup? It may be a little sticky, but you’re supporting the economy and you’ll always be ready to surprise your partner with pancakes afterwards. To answer your question, the best thing to watch before sexy time is Jeopardy. You can make a game out of taking off a clothing item for each right answer. Not to brag, but I once got completely naked after one round of ocean facts. Let’s just say, my bedside maple syrup was empty at the end of the night. 

Supporting the economy and your body,

Peakie

Dear Peakie, 

Just because I know that being sexually inexperienced is nothing to be ashamed of does not mean that I have not been ashamed. But I must speak my truth! I have no idea what any of the sex positions are, not the dog one, not the cowboy one, not the camel sutura one. I just assumed that when I was ready, all that knowledge would just come to me via stork or something. But now I have a hot date with the girl of my dreams, and I told her my favourite position was the reverse toss toss 63 cheese dip corn maze, and she said SHE COULDN’T WAIT TO TRY IT! So um . . . can you help me invent the reverse toss toss 63 cheese dip corn maze? 

Erotically, 
About to get creative

Dear About to get creative,

I can work with this. Toss toss could refer to playing frisbee, so if you can find a way to get a frisbee involved in foreplay, you should be able to explain that part. Once the frisbee’s out of the way — throw it out the window, I don’t know, who cares? — make eye contact, look at their lips, and lean in and ask if they’re ready to dip their corn in your cheese. Then, crack open a bag of corn chips and cheese dip and say it’s an appetizer. They’ll be on the edge when you finally ask them at double Jeopardy if they’re ready for the main course. Set a timer for 63 seconds and say you need to warm up dinner while you strip, and voila! The maze part is a sophisticated metaphor for how confusing this position is to navigate, yet fulfilling it could be to reach the end. Now, never suggest it again. As for dog position, I believe you’re referring to the hot dawg. 

Give me a call so I can teach you real positions,

Peakie

Cosmic glamour at The Birdhouse

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One of the event’s performers dressed in a blue dress with red flowers. As they move their fingers, the Gregorian zodiac signs float around them.
ILLUSTRATION: Sonya Janeshewski / The Peak

By: Yasmin Hassan, Staff Writer

It was a cool night in January, my new boots dug into my heels and made it hard to walk straight, but I kept trudging happily on towards my beacon of light; The Birdhouse. Why? Because Man Up hosted the fifth volume of their astrology drag show, and I couldn’t miss that! This was their biggest line up of drag stars all year, all of whom performed iterations of their actual Gregorian zodiac signs. I’ve never been to a drag show, though I am a lover of the art, so it was safe to say I was squirming with anticipation waiting for the show to start. I got myself a raspberry mule from their lovely bar, and started exploring the mystical venue.

This venue never fails to impress me with its eye-catching decor, glittering disco balls, intricate wall murals, and comfy seating, making each corner of the venue elaborately designed for fun. While waiting for the show to start, my partner and I played Mario Kart on one of the N64 consoles they had, which was already a banger way to start off the night. People dressed up as their signs, including horns, scales, and other accessories alluding to the zodiacs. The music was a mix of club classics from the ‘90s and 2000s, with an occasional tinge of Chappell Roan; the equilibrium of vibes. A note about accessibility: there was an interpreter for those hard of hearing and/or deaf (we love Alicia!), which I really appreciated seeing. The crowd sang happy birthday to the event’s emcee, PONYBOY; I believe they are a Taurus because they were wearing flashy cowboy attire which was really neat.

This show went on till 2:00 a.m., though I only stayed until around midnight, meaning I got to see acts one and two. Regardless, I witnessed the awe-inspiring performances of Amy Grindhouse as Aquarius, Rose Butch as Pisces, Mikki Wikki as Aries, Bliss as Taurus, Mx Bukuru as Gemini, Serenity Meadows as Cancer, and Velvet Ryder as Leo. 

“The energetic, Madonna-esque choreography? Hello? Like, eating down would be an understatement. No wonder they’re an Aries (ahem, like yours truly).”

Amy Grindhouse came out with a bang. I was not expecting to see her tatas right off the bat, but was I complaining? I couldn’t take my eyes off her because she looked drop-dead gorgeous and scintillating, like most Aquarians. Rose Butch’s unexpected on-stage costume changes — from fluffy clouds with stars to a baby blue mod dress — were so charming and on par for Pisces; emotional hotties! Mikki Wikki and her backup dancers dancing to “Hung Up” blew me away. The energetic, Madonna-esque choreography? Hello? Like, eating down would be an understatement. No wonder they’re an Aries (ahem, like yours truly). Mx Bukuru’s outfit was giving business meets clubbing, which I think perfectly captures the two-sided nature of Geminis. Serenity Meadows had everyone singing “My Heart Will Go On.” When I say we had a choir, we had a choir. She floated down into the crowd during the song as well, which just made her seem more ethereal! Velvet Ryder was such a curveball as I’ve never seen a drag king perform, but I have to say it was very entertaining. First of all, the song choice of “Sexy And I Know It” was amazing. Second, the cheeks coming out at the end!? I wasn’t ready! It was a necessary measure though — the crowd loved it.

PONYBOY had said that if we didn’t have any money to tip, then we would pay for it in return with our cheering and support, and I think we delivered quite well! I lost my voice by the end of it; that’s how you know it was a good night. Although I couldn’t stay to watch all the performances, I had still gotten a full tour of amazing artists and experiences woven into one colossal showcase. The tailoring of costumes, songs, expressions, and dancing to fit the personality types of the zodiac signs, just shows the dedication and creativity these artists have to their craft!