“As this Black History Month winds down, let’s remember that reclaiming histories is not a one-shot deal. Let’s take time to be thankful for these lesbians who kept it queer and kept it real.”
“Is all your delite and joy in whiskying and romping abroad like a Tom boy?” This post is for you.
Angela Davis will never be silenced, and her speaking out means that the rest of us are safely carried on the backs of giants when we do so ourselves.
Come on, you knew there’d be cats involved.
Reading lesbian subtext in everything since World War I.
Before there was sexting, there was inserting obvious sexual metaphors into benign-looking letters and adding romantic overtones to keep it classy.
Happiness, Latin vaginas, northern winds, and flaming quarrels. And we’re just getting started.
The National Registry of Historic Places is really low on a certain aspect of history. The National Park Service is ready to fix it — but they need our help!
If you’ve ever read my devotionals and wanted to become hopelessly devoted, I’m here to help.
“It is true that sapphism is also to be met with in quite young girls, but only if they live in houses of prostitution or in girls’ colleges.”
Conversations among their own group consist of sexual gossip, certainly in excess of what we might have designated as “good taste.”
Are you the college girl, the office girl, the career gal, the prostitute, the matron, the man-hater, the bohemian, the frigid wife, the dull dyke or the unsuccessful heterosexual?
“Melaine Randall has said that “the day we start defining feminism, it has lost its vitality.” I’d parry with “the day we start defining feminism, we get an enormous headache and end up subjecting readers to like 1500 words of confusion, because it is impossible.”
The mukhannathun are an inspiration for queer Mulims, and queer non-Muslims alike. They’ve certainly inspired me.
“[No one can break] the spell laid by language on this word.” Happy Halloween, witchez.
Are all camp-related words fun to say? Maybe.
Selena, the Queen of Tejano Music, bidi bidi bom bommed her way to my heart when I was just a kid and my love for her will never die.
The first self-defined feminists, boobs, and a lemonade ocean.
Celebrating the First Lady of the Civil Rights Movement.
The grammatical is political.