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Running Away, Running Home: A Bipolar Queer’s Path to Family
“I drove so fast away from her, that house, that man, that job, those lost friends, those queer dance parties, that supportive church, the community I created, without a single sound.”
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Shame as a Black, Autistic Queer Elder
“Toward the end of our stay in Mississippi, a 24-hour crisis line started up. I called them almost every weeknight.”
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“Too Queer, Too Smart” for Abuse
“They didn’t hit me. They didn’t throw me. They didn’t throw the phones, the glasses, the blow dryers, at me. They were just near me and it was always somehow my fault.”
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The Price of Perfectionism: Chronic Illness, Unemployment, and Starting Over
“I could start a Youtube channel or a blog about disability rights and monetize it. FUCK. I don’t know how to turn it off.”
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Not Grateful Enough
“Thank you for pushing me down a ramp so quickly that I slammed into a wall.”
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In The Movie Depicting My Childhood
“Legislators pass laws enabling families to control children and defund social services that support them, all in the name of protecting the wealthy, white, girl body. These policies, which are part of the theater of stranger danger discourse, endanger children by isolating them in their homes, where Lego fortresses can become wine cellars, tombs. JonBenét as a symbol becomes the sacrifice used to sustain this system. Her story becomes a dark illustration of the consumption of the violence and abuse inflicted on girls and women.”
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Between Orbits: Two Manipulators, Pulled Out of Abuse and Back
Or, the queer urge to almost form a cult with a straight woman.
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Lying’s the Most Fun a Girl Can Have
“I identified as a heterosexually-inclined bisexual when I started giving hand jobs for money, and I left more or less a lesbian. It wasn’t the only factor in that transformation, but boy was it a major one.”
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I Was Supposed To Be Good At Math
For a split second, I thought about her racial calculations, not because I felt I needed to know, but because maybe, finally, someone might be like me. I knew our skin colors carried the weight of the same questions.
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For My Own Pleasure: Hiring a Sex Worker as a Queer Woman
“She kisses me. I hold on to her arms lightly, not wanting to hurt her, not wanting to weird her out, make her uncomfortable. She’s here for me: I’d hired her for exactly that, and she agreed to it, and she’s here.”
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A Guide To Falling In Love For Hopeless Fools Who Can’t Read Maps
“You’re at a party; you’re on vacation; it’s your lunch break. You feel good, or maybe just bored, or maybe a little reckless, and you scan the room, the beach, the restaurant. You stop scanning. And she winks, or he grins, or they realize you caught them staring and blush awkwardly at their own feet for a thousand years, and when they finally look back up, that’s it.”
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Say My Name, Mey’s My Name Pt. II: Independent (Legally a) Woman
“As I write about my name now, I feel strength, and contentment and comfort and home. I feel more like myself than I ever have before.”
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YES CATS! Exclusive: The Incredibly True Adventures of the Backyard Bobbis
“…when my parents were yelling at each other and when my mom was slapping and screaming at me and when the kids at my school were making fun of me for being a cross-eyed dyke, I’d think about those kittens who were counting on me to keep them safe. I’d make it through another day.”
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Going Home To My Ghosts: A Photoessay
The entire story of our entire trip from California to Michigan and also all the bigger stories and the smaller ones, too.
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Gal Pal Chronicles: Rachel and Lizz Have Been Obsessed With Each Other Since Roughly 2008
Rachel: “The writing & philosophy class I was required to take freshman year mostly sucked. But there was this one girl, Lizz, who seemed cool. She wore comic book tshirts and had beautiful shiny hair. One day after class, I announced to a friend, ‘Lizz is not straight. I can just tell.'”
Lizz: “There was something about Rachel that I just couldn’t shake. She spent a lot of time quoting feminist theorists who I’d never heard of and she had what I would later come to call ‘Congenital Gay Face.'” -
Goodbye, California
“The threat to move to Michigan was always made in a specific context: some element of my life fell apart and I didn’t know how to fix it or myself.”
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My Long-Distance Relationship is My Favorite Adventure
The best part is always the journey.
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Cross My Heart
The absolutely true autobiography of a liar.
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Admitting That You’re Home: A Photo Diary
A girl spends 19 days in rural Tennessee with her girlfriend and her family, takes a million pictures, then tells her whole life story in just under 4,000 words. What’s not to love?