Results for: orange is the new black
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Calling Myself a Lesbian Has Been a Lesson in Self Acceptance
I think this is always who I’ve been, and the other words were the ones I was trying on to see if they fit.
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Leaning Into Pleasure at the Janelle Monáe Listening Party
The leftover swirls of emotion from the sheer queerness of the event, of the attendees, of the joy, are still sustaining me, even as Pride month comes to a close.
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It’s Time To Face Facts: I’ll Never Be a Lipstick Femme
Being a lipstick girlie doesn’t leave you; sometimes, it just has to evolve.
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Finally — A Rainbow That Feels Like Home
I was in California for a conference when I heard about the Club Q shooting.
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Overheating: Leaving My Home State of Florida
I have not given up on Florida, even if for now it is best we spend time apart.
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I Thought About Leaving Florida — Learning About Our Queer History Convinced Me To Stay
The truth is, as hard as I ride for it now, there was a time when I couldn’t imagine living here anymore, too.
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Wild Cravings: Chicken Salad, Shrimp, and Soup
For my final (for now) installment of Wild Cravings, I leave you with three food memories set in Virginia, Norway, and New York.
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The Soft Butch That Couldn’t (Or: I Got COVID-19 in March 2020 and Never Got Better)
Is a soft butch a soft butch if she can barely hold even herself together? Is a soft butch a soft butch without her swagger?
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The 5 Stages of Choosing Myself During A Pandemic
If you keep pumping your arms, your legs will know what to do even when the world is crumbling around you.
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Making Accessibility Part of My Home
Because the thing is, of course, that my feelings about all the accessibility stuff aren’t really about the stuff at all; my feelings are about the disabilities themselves.
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That Time I Binged “Freaks and Geeks” While My Stalker Ex Held Me Captive
Kim and Lindsay’s friendship is the real love story of this series. I want them to end up as friends like everyone wants the leads to end up together in a romantic comedy. I shake with it.
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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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How to Be a Grown Woman
“Maybe I could teach you how to do that and you could teach me a couple of things I’ve been wonderin’,” I told her. She shook my hand. It was a deal.
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Stories About Beyoncé That Are Really About the First Girl I Ever Loved
“I never could explain why my heart pounded when her soft hands reached out for mine. Why it felt like I was the only girl in the world, singing with her at the top of my lungs. The way my eyes would nervously glance down at her chest in that purple lace bra and white tank top. Until I could.”
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Still Reeling That I’ve Made It
“No one knows, including me, that my overindulgence and competitive drinking is an attempt to assert the only masculinity I know. Toxic.”
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We Could Be Heroes
Malinda Lo’s all-new short story about an inauguration protest that’s interrupted by an alien invasion is available exclusively on Autostraddle dot com!
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A Birthday Party No One Else Was Invited To
The first time someone described Casey as having “stalkerish” tendencies, I defended her. For the most part though, I didn’t talk about it.
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My Absurd Skincare Routine Is the Softest I Am to Myself
Sometimes being queer and black, bisexual and biracial, feels like contradiction, like too many things, and sometimes I’m not sure that I’d recognize myself if I walked by.
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Digital Mixtapes and Protests: Oh, To Be A Queer Black Millennial
“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.”
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Such Softness in the Harsh World
Stacy asked what she could do, how she could help, all she wanted to do was be useful, and I said nothing, nothing, I’ve got everything under control. And so she held me on the nights I was pretending to be able to sleep and whispered “I’ll take care of you” over and over without ever expecting an answer.