Arimah’s short story grapples with grief, immigration, neo-imperialism, and our never-ending obsession with defining ourselves by countries and borders; all the while telling a cross-continental African lesbian love story.
These women are running for open seats in elections pitting them against Republicans or are fighting like hell to overthrow incumbent Republicans. That matters!
It wasn’t until I listened to A Seat At The Table, that I finally felt like I could put my armor down.
“Love in partnership as colonized/racialized bodies is courageously undressing the walls we have built to survive and showing others the chaos that war has left behind.”
It was the end of my innocence when I realized that being Black or being Queer in this country could get you killed. This was the time before Hurricane Katrina, before 9/11, before Ferguson. Before. Before. Before.
In honor of celebrating Latinxs during Hispanic Heritage Month, Autostraddle curated a collection of essays by lesbian, bisexual, queer and trans Latina and Latinx writers to showcase our experiences, our pulse.
“I hope queer readers of color walk away with that slightly breathless feeling that happens after finishing a great story. I want that to occur without the awful heart-sinking anxiety that wells in your chest when you realize no one in the story looks or loves like you do (again).”
As a smol, Brown consumer of Pumpkin Spice Lattes, I want to make the case that the PSL is *not* the Basic One in that latte-white girl relationship.
This is a story centered around poor Black and Latinx communities, their struggles with institutional abandonment, and their journeys to self-love and empowerment.
“After 13 years of corporate work I just needed to do something that felt like it mattered to me and to the communities that I was part of. I’m passionate about self expression, human connection, building community, and subverting the status quo by creating environments and experiences where women, POC, and queer and trans folks are prioritized.”
The 22-year-old beauty vlogger tells the world, “Just because you haven’t dated someone of the same sex does not mean you can’t be taken seriously as a bisexual.”
He shouted “Repent” since the sign was not sufficient, I guess. I found myself going up to him while topless Amazons danced in his face. I found myself going up to him to say this: “I love you. I have nothing but love for you.” I couldn’t help myself.
We’ve come far. But there’s a long way to the promised land, and if we’ve learned anything in Rio it’s that the literal century-old fight for women’s full inclusion in a historic event isn’t over yet.
“For a moment, I forgot about the summer of 2015. I forgot about the panic I experienced, the insomnia, the depression. We watched the new season of Orange is the New Black together and by the end of episode 12, it suddenly all came back.”
“I wasn’t in denial, I had just become extremely successful at compartmentalizing difficult emotions that I had no idea what to do with.”
“I was unstable and grieving and more suited for a patient friendship than the dramas of new love. But I loved her and in thirst, I acted unlovingly by climbing into a lap in which I wasn’t welcome. My behavior is the definition of obscene.”
Kaylah’s face is the official face of a queer art exhibition stacked with badass queer artists including Chelsea Barg, Shannon Lester, and Shelley Penner, among others.
If you’re hot this summer and looking for a nice chill, these horror comics are guaranteed to send a cold shiver down your spine.
If you’re able-bodied and have questions you’re too embarrassed to ask, read this report. If you’re disabled and ready to stare down some hard truths, read this report. And most of all, if you assume disability negates white privilege, Read. This. Report.
We now live in a world where it is totally possible to claim the same word as someone else and completely disagree on what the word means.