Oh hey, the Bisexual Resource Center wants to talk to you about issues affecting the bisexual community and how you can get involved.
My family used to joke that only white people need therapy. Meanwhile, white academics told me that African-Americans merely fabricated ungrounded stigma around psychiatric help. No one ever tells you that the healthcare system is sick.
“Sad cloud” and “naked Christmas tree” did not make the list. You’re welcome, makers of anti-depressant commercials!
“The truth is always messy. I told myself I could be gay and I wouldn’t ever be hurt again. I needed to never be hurt again.”
“I was angry. Really fucking angry. Angry because Jenny Schecter was right.”
“For me, reading and speaking body language is like communicating in any foreign language — I concentrate hard, stumble, and make embarrassing errors. Turns out other queer autistic people have this problem too.”
Jessica has lived in London her whole life but currently attends Cambridge University where she studies English Literature. She spoke about Effing Dykes, intersectionality, mental health issues, and much more.
At some moment in your life, you will be in a room with someone who is disclosing to you about their trauma. You are not going to be a counselor, you are going to be just another human in a room.
“As a woman of color who does not fit into Western Eurocentric standards of what is conventionally attractive, every day I step out and love myself is an act of resistance.”
“It would have been nice to share my entire truth with her, but because of the Standards of Care, I didn’t; I feared my story would be seen as diverging from the typical trans* narrative too much.”
Kristen’s Team Pick. And I’m not even exaggerating.
“She acts like she’s such a victim when obviously there was abuse on both sides.” Awkwardly, I shrug my shoulders and look around the room. My partner doesn’t notice how uncomfortable she’s making me because she’s caught up in her own conjectures: “It’s like how we are sometimes.”
Though I lived my life truly believing I had an expiration date, I made the decision that I deserved one last day that would be the best day of my life. I figured I owed it to myself.
If he had read my medical records he would have known that my first psychotic break was exacerbated by my fear that I would never be recognized as a woman.
Don’t bother funding research studies! Everyone’s favorite blowhard has your answers.
“It’s on my twenty-fourth birthday that I realize something is wrong. I wake up crying and I don’t stop.”
“How do I deal with an assault that wasn’t rape? How can I keep from feeling like my assault is being minimized?”
If you’re dealing with all the bullies that life throws at us, including a hurricane named Sandy, here’s a project that might help.
I hope you’re ready to answer some questions! We’ve got location anxiety, general anxiety, feelings about age differences, and should you be offended when someone says you look gay?
Right now, what I want is to be in a dark room with my headphones and closed eyes. This is what I’ll be listening to.