What does it mean to be a queer adult? We’ve got mini-essays from our writers over thirty and three glorious infographics that look at census data and our own Autostraddle Grown-Ups Survey Data to get a grip on what happens next.
Welcome to a new series about how we made our babies! This week you’ll learn how to inseminate yourself and the importance of the pillow-to-butt ratio!
Please fight every urge you have to chase them down and squeeze the dog/cat’s face with your own face or hands while very loudly exclaiming HOW MUCH YOU JUST FREAKIN’ LOVE CATS OR DOGS ZOMGSRSLY. Don’t be this guy.
“But no matter what, I’ve always, always, always known that I would be a parent. I’ve always wanted to have a baby. Actually babies, plural. Lots of them. One miscarriage, four embryos, dozens of pee sticks, 18 months, and approximately 132 injections later, I’m 18 weeks pregnant!”
“Since the wedding has made me come out to more people than I had ever intended, this trip back to my place of origin makes facing their reactions inevitable. Will my physical presence stoke the intensity of their opposition?”
Did you guys know that in many states, if a physician doesn’t conduct the insemination, then the parental rights of the sperm donor might not be terminated?
We’re looking for a columnist who’s a new mom and wants to write about that experience right here! RIGHT HERE ON THIS WEBSITE.
So maybe my pregnancy path isn’t as simple and straightforward as baby books would have you believe it should be because I’m a poor QPoC with anxiety, but it has been an interesting worthwhile journey so far. I can’t wait until I can take the next step.
The youth work group LGBT Youth North West just received a grant to take over the Joyce Layland LGBT Centre in Manchester and determine the feasibility of opening a school specifically for LGBT students.
So it’s your first holiday with the in-laws, and you’re nervous as all get out. Here are some ideas to help you win over your partner’s family in the best way possible: presents.
I emailed my dad, Bruce, and my grandma, Phyllis, and asked if they’d like to have a three-generational conversation inspired by the book. They agreed, and so we all read it and converged on my dad’s house to discuss.
“We are surviving. We are resilient. We are creative and resourceful. We have each other’s backs. We don’t want your pity.”
After insisting Rachel would have to attend school “as a boy,” Middletown Township Public Schools is now working to accommodate the middle schooler, who began transitioning this summer.
“Whether or not you are out in the world, being queer and belonging to a community of marginalized folks (even if it’s a community you only align with in a spiritual or distanced way) has its own problems with feelings of enoughness and the disenfranchisement or everyday trauma of living with an identity that is consistently questioned or belittled.”
Spread the gay agenda with these colourful, easy-to-read books teaching love, acceptance, and science.
Whether we’re trying to send a “f*ck you” to a homophobic dad or an “I love you” to a mom who can’t hear the words any more, it means something to share threads with a person who spawned you.
I love Mamas Day because I don’t feel like I have to awkwardly try and squish my own life around to try and make it applicable.
“Have the meeting. Ask the youth what they want and need from this group. Start over and do those things. This isn’t about you at all, not anymore.”
I don’t want to let go my connection to the vibrant, inspiring queer culture that’s not immediately accessible to me in my strip-malls-and-big-box-stores environment. How do you keep it queer in your day-to-day life in the suburbs?
“It was lasagna night, and as the kitchen got ready to serve dinner, kids checked Facebook at the cyber center, watched cartoon shows with headphones on, and fooled around at the pool table. The things that differentiated this gathering from a high school cafeteria were small: the thin kid wearing a parka inside who came up, bashful, for a full plate of food three times; the kids who wrapped up food in tin foil or took it away with them in to-go containers.”