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Five Years Ago, Lesbian Visibility Day Was the Best Day of My Life
I presented my lesbianism to the cis world like a child showing her parents a new drawing.
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Black Girls Are Always at the Center of Horror
There is a haunting that black girls know.
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Porkchop’s Odyssey: On Fatness, Transness, and Pants
This snapshot sits on a shelf in the back of my mind. I keep it in an album called “euphoria.” It includes moments – me in my first bowtie at my college graduation, me on my wedding day, me in the mountains with my first jean jacket. In each, I am myself.
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Wild Cravings: Chicken Salad, Shrimp, and Soup
For my final (for now) installment of Wild Cravings, I leave you with three food memories set in Virginia, Norway, and New York.
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In Queer Horror Anthology “It Came From the Closet,” Carmen Maria Machado Considers Jennifer’s Body
On queerbaiting, bisexuality, and Jennifer’s Body. This essay is an exclusive excerpt from the queer horror anthology It Came From the Closet, on sale next week.
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MISSED CONNECTION: I’m Sorry I Went to the Gym Instead of Letting You Fuck Me in My Twin Bed
Maybe I would have been something you’d be good at.
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“Middlesex” Has a Complicated Legacy — 20 Years Ago, It Changed My Life
When I read Middlesex, I felt that tinge of recognition I think a lot of queer and trans people look for when they realize something is different about themselves.
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Wrestling With Kamala and Beyond: Reckoning With Blackness, Womanhood, and What Comes Next
I am ready to be fearless. To dream beyond Black womanhood and know that I — Black, queer, and not-quite-sure — am worthy, so worthy of all of the love, affirmation, and power the universe can muster.
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The Numbers in My Phone
I tried for a long time not to have a smart phone.
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14 Knuckles: Femme Top Revolution
There’s a difference between domination as a way to take control or claim power over another person — the way certain lovers have done with me — versus domination as a way to provide comfort and care, and to grow one’s power without harming anyone else.
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Trans Fiction, Trans Imagination: Notes on (AcroYoga) Camp
Sitting there, eyes closed, I could feel the subtle movements of the two people I was touching. To my right—someone I’d never met. I’d glimpsed basketball shorts, ragged tee, short hair. Muscular, athletic body. My hand on an unfamiliar, living knee.
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10 Floors I’ve Lied On, Ranked
Is lying on a floor feeling your feelings queer culture? You bet.
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The Sociopath Who Loved Me Enough
“As soon as we met Tara and Tony, our lives morphed to make room for them. Instead of drinking Carol’s parents’ liquor on Friday nights, we went to their apartment in Hillcrest to smoke pot from a bong filled with Midori and play with Tara’s snake.”
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Original Shenny Fan Fiction: “This Is What I Want”
It’s 2017, and married power lesbians Jenny Schecter and Shane McCutcheon face some tough stuff only days before Carmen De La Pica Morales is coming in for a weekend visit that turns out a whole lot cooler than anybody could’ve predicted.
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What Do You Do When You’re Home Alone?
Sometimes living with other people, even loved ones, can prevent you from doing the things your heart really wants — like being completely naked in your living room or kitchen, for example.
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Monday Roundtable: You and Your Period, Bloody Hell
You shed your uterine lining every few weeks! Or maybe you suppress that shedding and call it day! Either way, we want to talk about how that’s going.
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Sharon Stone Crossing and Uncrossing Her Legs
“I watched her zip up her white dress in the mirror; I watched her cross and uncross her legs; I watched her, and my friends watched her, and in the movie we were watching the other characters, men and women, watched her. I hated her so much, and so purely, with such satisfaction. I couldn’t look away.”
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87 Weeks Ago: The Night Mykki Blanco Made a Small Girl Feel Big
“I pushed and shoved and laughed and danced in big black shoes that would later bruise my feet, next to a girl who would later love me back.”
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The Pace of Queer Time
“I’ve been thinking recently that queer time for me is a self-declared snow day. A chance to stay in bed and explore ourselves unhindered by the outside world. A chance to exist, to play — free from the hetero pillars of career, marriage, and lineage.”
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Hate Actually: Can the Holigays Heal a Gay Grinch’s Heart?
I didn’t always hate Christmas.