“So we sit down and I pull out my life’s timeline and Officially Official Documents like WAH-BOOM! How you like them apples??”
“As a lesbian mom, it was especially hard to fight the urge to do the “right” thing, however slippery a concept that was, because I was representing a community, not just myself, I thought.”
“At any given moment, you might turn into a rat, a demon, a werewolf, or a lesbian. In Sunnydale, no one was ever what they seemed, and by the time you’d figured someone out, they had already turned into someone else.”
An Autostraddle first.
It was 2008, I thought I might be gay, and I had gone to the only lesbian bar in Philadelphia in fearful hope that someone else might be able to figure things out for me. Now that bar is closing.
“Will I have to leave my boxer briefs at home in lieu of high-waisted, thin, cotton lady panties under my kick ass uniform during Basic Training?”
Here’s the deal: I both like and am my body. I am a girl, ergo I have a girl’s body. It’s neat. You know what I think helped me to be comfortable with my body more than anything else? The US Army.
“It was the last day of my last semester of my first year of college, and I was crying because I’d failed. I wasn’t going to continue in the interpreting degree.”
I can’t wait to go back to Bryn Mawr, but I’m trying to make the most of these months away and, so far, I think I’m doing pretty well.
I now realize that Chinese is, for lack of a better metaphor, like a crazy ex-girlfriend. She seemed nice and inviting at first but then I realized she’s hard to deal with.
“I mostly ignored the emails, as anyone with an overflowing inbox does. But this subject line caught my eye: Boys in the girls locker room, legally? WTF?! Maybe now is a good time to mention that I identify and visibly present as genderqueer.”
“When you’re surrounded by so many queers celebrating queer, you feel normal by default.”
It might be June, but Kate’s still in school – in England! She’s spending her rainy summer days memorizing Shakespeare and sorting through ancient books.
Buenos Aires’ dark streets glistened with youth and possibility, and most of our nights revolved around an easy camaraderie between travelers.
Claire’s balancing being a good role model to her younger sisters while still trying to show her girlfriend a good time – all before going in to get her ACL repaired.
Poet Leah Horlick comes out about her search for healing and answers after surviving lesbian sexual assault.
“It’s as if I’d grabbed one of these plastic penises off the digital shelf and used it either until I was bored or until I realized that, no matter how I angled it, this just wasn’t going to work out.”
“Her hair is like another person. Today it’s two braids.”