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A Lesbian Reflects on Lesbian Visibility (Sort Of)
I have started and stopped writing this so many times.
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Queering Time: The Offering of ‘Kairos’
We all know how a certain kind of kiss can eclipse time.
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Untethered: In Pursuit of Abject Sluttiness
I committed to stepping off the relationship escalator, but I didn’t commit to being celibate, okay?
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Untethered: I Have To Stop Getting Engayged or Married on Holidays
My ex and I mutually proposed to each other on Christmas last year.
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Forgiving Myself as the One and Only New Year’s Resolution
I’m letting the dust of others’ expectations begin to settle, leaving room to see that I am not to blame for the hurt and harm I’ve dealt with. This year, I’m not making a list. Instead, I’m focusing on forgiving myself for ever thinking anything different.
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Coca-Cola Used To Be Fifty Cents and We Used To Be Close
(Stop writing about the Coke when what you’re really trying to write about is the end of a friendship and then another and then another.)
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Slow Takes: We Come to This Place for Magic
A movie theatre was the first reason I left my apartment after the 2016 election.
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It’s Intersex Day of Remembrance and All I Want Is Softness
“Intersex season” isn’t always as cozy as it sounds. But we deserve nice things! And we’re coming to get them!
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As a Black, Fat, Disabled Person in Love, My Monogamy Feels Radical
For me, navigating polyamorous dynamics with white people is inherently taxing and painful as a Black person.
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Time Between Us
My partner and I started our relationship at a distance. C was on Eastern Time. I was on Mountain Time.
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Here’s What I Learned By Choosing to Step Away from Productivity For a Whole Day
I did nothing “productive” for a whole day: no email, no phone calls, no work, no cleaning, nothing that fuels my inherent Capricorn desire to win at Capitalism. Here’s what happened.
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I Have a Mild Case of COVID-19 and I’m Battling it Out at Home
When I told my partner I thought I needed to call the ER for a telemedicine appointment, her face was devastated but not shocked. We’d been listing off symptoms to each other for weeks — dry throats, tight chests, nausea — trying to decide if what we were experiencing was anxiety or the onset of the virus.
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Bonus Time: Living To Be Queer Elders
In QTPOC community, the future can feel precarious. If queerness is so often associated with action and survival, how do we learn to slow down and rest so we can live long enough to grow into the queer elders we always dreamed of having?
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Migration Season
“At the start of migration season the ruby-throated hummingbird has only one goal in mind – she has to almost double her body weight, in order to survive a treacherous trip across the gulf of Mexico. At the start of migration season, the black-haired filmmaker has but one goal in mind: build a strong enough case to survive the gauntlet of work-visa processing.”
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Sharon Stone Crossing and Uncrossing Her Legs
“I watched her zip up her white dress in the mirror; I watched her cross and uncross her legs; I watched her, and my friends watched her, and in the movie we were watching the other characters, men and women, watched her. I hated her so much, and so purely, with such satisfaction. I couldn’t look away.”
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Monday Roundtable: You and Your Period, Bloody Hell
You shed your uterine lining every few weeks! Or maybe you suppress that shedding and call it day! Either way, we want to talk about how that’s going.
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An Introvert Goes Canvassing For Hillary Clinton
Maybe I’m not the best candidate to talk politics with strangers. But I couldn’t shake the feeling — the knowledge, really — that I’d copped out. Bailing on our first female President, of all people, because you’re scared? Nah, girl. I called the guy back, told him I could make it after all, held myself accountable on social media, and freaked out for ten minutes. But it was on. I was going.
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17 Incredible Autostraddle Personal Essays By Trans Women
This post is 25% Mey Rude Appreciation Club and 75% “personal essays by trans women oh my gosh how do I pick only 16.” (I picked 17.)
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This Is A Dead Mom Essay
“Not being an asshole” to myself meant admitting that my mom’s death and her illness permeate every single part of my being, and always will.
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A Prairie Homo Companion: Wanderlust and Lessons Learned
I like to think all of this travelling has taught me a few things, or else what would be the point? Here’s a list of 10 things I’ve learned as a prairie homo in the great wide world.