“We’ve traveled the great wide countryside, but there’s nothing like coming home.”
What do you do when you see queer kids making out in the street? When and where is PDA okay for queer people? Who gets to decide when it’s okay or inappropriate?
Our journey continues through the Pacific Northwest with creepy doughnuts, surprise parties, and musical theatre!
The leaves were falling, the children were wandering the streets in search of candy and the dog was dressed like a bumblebee.
Oklahoma City, Denver, an Autostraddle Meet-up event and more poetry! Plus, Marine has some planning tips for your next great adventure!
After our little trip to the big easy, we were ready to relax, get back on budget, and try some real Texas barbeque!
Luckily, we were able to drown out our A-Camp sorrows over some retail therapy at the Mall of America, and a few drinks on Bourbon Street.
“After the cab ride home we put on our PJ’s, ordered pizza and danced around in the kitchen to the Spice Girls like a 7th grade slumber party.”
The girls are cute, the beers are cold and Andrea Gibson is in town. Need we say more?
“Of course, we abandoned the trail and set off in flip-flops, so our adventure was a little less Indiana Jones, and a little more Troop Beverley Hills.”
It’s a difficult task to find a place that isn’t gay-friendly. It’s Vermont, you guys. You want to know where the gaybourhood is? Burlington is the gaybourhood.
We were greeted with open arms, that sexy rasp, and the cutest little dog these cat lovers ever fell for.
“We started out single, and without a queer community in our cities. Now we’re together and traveling the country, largely thanks to our extended Autostraddle family!”
Sure enough, New York City wasn’t short on lovely homoqueers, breakfast pastries, and our new favorite brunch food, bagels!
Of course our trip to Boston wasn’t complete until we found MORE STRADDLERS!
National Poetry Slam 2013! We laughed, we cried, we stayed up until ungodly hours of the night to cheer on our friends and favorites.
“Tomorrow we’re getting on a plane at 6 am and flying from LA to Boston and not returning until Thanksgiving. It’s quite possibly the craziest thing we’ve ever done.”
Buenos Aires’ dark streets glistened with youth and possibility, and most of our nights revolved around an easy camaraderie between travelers.