Results for: meet up
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My First Pride Was About Building My Queer Future and Mourning a Past I’ll Always Long For
A young black queer girl goes to her first pride parade, tackles her fears of her own queerness rooted in acceptance, and becomes friends with other black queer people after the death of her parents.
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Orlando Made Me Love You, Dammit!
He shouted “Repent” since the sign was not sufficient, I guess. I found myself going up to him while topless Amazons danced in his face. I found myself going up to him to say this: “I love you. I have nothing but love for you.” I couldn’t help myself.
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Sober in the City: Surviving Pride Without Liquor
Here are some tools I employ to protect my sobriety while still allowing me to participate in all of the fun. If you’re concerned about being a sober queer at Pride this year, some of these tools may come in handy.
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I Don’t Care About The Future
Hey did you hear that Lady Gaga is thinking about possibly considering maybe ordering the chicken over the fish? No? Because I did! And guess what: ignoring this bullshit is the best possible way I can do my job.
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“We All Have That One Girl We Notice, Right?” : Lesbian Sydney’s Sly Foxes and Snatches
“Upon hearing that I’m not a regular, she is quick to whip out some Sly lesbian folklore; her ex-girlfriend alleges she once saw Ruby Rose and Jess Veronica make out in the very spot that we were standing. Her ex was probs also at Woodstock.”
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Girl-in-Sydney, Australia: Crystal Does Lesbian Nightlife, Discovers They’ve Got Their Own “Chart”
Here, being able to hold a conversation while looking over your friends’ shoulders is a must-have skill. I point this out to a girl named Mel, who laughs and agrees, “We’ve been having a conversation for about ten minutes, but the whole time I’ve been looking over there.”