Results for: meet up
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Untethered: In Pittsburgh Everyone Knows Everyone and I’m Sure I Do Too
But face-blindess is a bitch.
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Thank You, Ex: For (1) Set of Ghost Hands
I don’t like to think about the endings, which is probably why I’m always haunted, always clinging to things that return even when I should pretend I do not see them.
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The Bittersweet Magic of Falling in Love with My Best Friend During the Pandemic
“As wonderful as this time together has been, as close as we’ve gotten, we both know that once the world opens up a bit more, we’ll finally get to have a lot of our “firsts” — and that it may be bittersweet to finally have our first date six months into being a couple.”
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Scenes from a Gender 05: The Prehatching Years
I was mortified, to be sure, but also honored and validated, to be on the girls’ team. And oh yes, honey – I’ve never left.
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I’m a Psychologist Who Didn’t See My Own Divorce Coming
Psychologists can see potential in every patient who is seeking therapy. I can’t look at my marriage without seeing all the ways we could still fix it.
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My Body Is Revived, My Body Is A Lighthouse
How do we find dignity in our bodies after it has been taken from us by an abusive partner?
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Tarot, Sex, & Hoodoo: A Black Girl’s Guide to the Underworld
An exploration of summer, desire, and the senses through the lens of tarot and trans womanhood.
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Anatomy of a Mango: Flesh
It seems contradictory to say I learned how to view my body as my own by sharing it with strangers and friends, but it is a truth that I revel in. What I love and learn about these encounters are the parameters of my body, its strengths, and boundaries, what pleases it.
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Four Months
“This was after that night, when I moved into the guest room with the little bathroom, when I moved my toiletries onto the shower floor, when I moved all the books I was reading, and my perfume bottles, my department-store boxes filled with eyeliner and lipstick. And I texted my spouse that we were separating and that I had moved into the guest room, and they called me and wanted to come back to the house and I said, ‘No, no, don’t, I don’t want you to,’ and then sat on the front porch smoking, waiting, as I had set the stage for another cinematic moment to happen. And my spouse did not come home.”
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14 Knuckles: Can Two Switches Have Sex?
Can two switches have sex? I think so, and I think there is something beautifully different about having sex with someone with whom sexual options are truly abundant.
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Anatomy of a Mango: Pit
Even one-night-stands have a spirit to them, but I wasn’t willing to confront that until I stopped drinking. When I did, I was finally able to place my mind right within my body, to touch and be touched without fear. Having sober sex was a way for me to unravel the contempt I felt around my body and my sexuality.
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For Your Consideration: Bridges
When everything starts moving too fast, I like to walk on bridges.
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The Rituals of Love in Everyday Life
Having settled into sweet solitary contentment, I wasn’t looking for love. It found me anyway. Meeting an old friend, I was struck by Cupid’s arrow when I realized she was single.
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Know Me Where It Hurts: Sex, Kink, and Cerebral Palsy
But now my body, which had spent so many years letting me down and making decisions without my consent, had gone and done something absolutely right — and done it better. It had done something other people’s bodies, “healthy” bodies, hadn’t been able to.
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On Sobriety, Recovery and the Art of Not Dating
“My sobriety buddies warned me that if I violated the ban on dating before I was ready, I might be pushed into a relapse. Instead, I’ve just been pushed into never wanting to date again.”
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How To Leave Your Husband (Because You’re a Lesbian)
Once upon a time I married a man, had kids, and realized I was a lesbian. Here’s what happened and what I wish somebody had told me at the time.