Kenneth J. Williams Jr.

1 week ago | queerty.com | Kenneth J. Williams Jr.

How did you feel when you first truly saw yourself represented in mainstream media? Can you remember? For me, it was two decades ago when I stumbled across the phenomenon known as Noah’s Arc, created by Patrik-Ian Polk. I was a precocious 11-year-old who was keenly interested in and observant of pop culture, so as one can imagine, I watched copious amounts of television. I remember watching television shows like Girlfriends and Martin, which centered on the joys of Black friendship circles.

1 week ago | queerty.com | Kenneth J. Williams Jr.

Watch out, Janet Jackson, Madonna, and Chappell Roan – there’s a new Midwest queen on the scene! These days, Onya Nurve is everywhere (our hearts included!) but our nerves. The reality TV sensation stole our hearts this year through her quest to snatch the crown on season 17 of RuPaul’s Drag Race, ultimately winning the competition. As with any other queen, whether her name is Elizabeth or Latifah, Onya’s reign is just as expansive as her fabulousness.

2 weeks ago | queerty.com | Kenneth J. Williams Jr.

As with any other cultural icon, it’s impossible to box Law Roach in, given his insurmountable talent. Whether you find yourself gleefully anticipating the (expected) serve of Zendaya’s next red carpet ensemble or fondly reflecting on the physical manifestation of his brilliant mind at this year’s Met Gala via his roster of superstar clients, it’s hard to ignore his legacy.

1 month ago | queerty.com | Kenneth J. Williams Jr.

The hardest part about joy isn’t so much finding it but, rather, keeping it. We’re about a month into the spring season, and as the weather slowly starts to reflect it more, 2025 is in full bloom. These days, I’ve had an extra pep in my step in celebrating warmer weather, and the opportunity to frolic outside despite the army of allergens that continue to attack my nasal passages.

1 month ago | queerty.com | Kenneth J. Williams Jr.

I’m no stranger to random epiphanies, but strangely enough, one hit me while attending a rap concert earlier this year. Now, for context, when I’m at a concert, especially those of the hip-hop persuasion, I’m a completely different animal. I’m either holding onto the nostalgia of my 20s by recording myself going bar for bar with the artist with a drink in my hand (will I age myself if I admit that these are Snapchat videos?) or in a trance-like state, quietly admiring the experience.