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Why Did You Betray Your Own Heart, Cathy?
“Last week I found one of those butter-coloured strands on my dress, and wondered. Then I realised it was one of my own, greying hairs. Ten years have passed, and she’s straight now, living with the boyfriend I introduced her to nine and a half years ago.”
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How I Learned to Tie a Tie Without My Dad
Perhaps he would have loved me enough. I’ll never know, and my eschatology doesn’t include a heaven from which re-embodied souls watch over our earthly lives. All I have is speculation about how he might have reacted to his daughter’s bisexuality, and to his daughter not being precisely a daughter at all.
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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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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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The Sociopath Who Loved Me Enough
“As soon as we met Tara and Tony, our lives morphed to make room for them. Instead of drinking Carol’s parents’ liquor on Friday nights, we went to their apartment in Hillcrest to smoke pot from a bong filled with Midori and play with Tara’s snake.”
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On Camp: I Hold Camp In My Heart
“I would’ve cried if someone hadn’t started singing, and then someone else joined in.”
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I Was A Baby Queer at Bible Camp
“The summer after I turned thirteen, I decided that exactly two things needed to happen in order for my life to matter: I needed Rosie Collins to like me, and I needed my parents to send me to Bible Camp.”
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On Camp: Girl Scout Camp – Freedom, Feminism and Hobo Pies
“My awkwardness should have followed me along to Girl Scout camp, but somehow I managed to shed most of it in the 40 miles between the city and that patch of unremarkable forest.”
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On Camp: Confessions Of A Very Unhappy Camper
Activities include eating mystery meat, re-enacting the holocaust, performing 15-minute Shakespeare adaptations on a cart, writing in my diary, and crying. Mostly crying.
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Rock n’ Roll Camp for Girls: Role Models, Riot Grrrls and Revolutions
“I wanted this camp to turn me into a rock star.”
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On Camp: Being Queer Wasn’t a Big Deal, My Privilege Was
“I don’t remember the names of most of the people I met that week. Except for his: Tuck.”
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Five Small Contributions: On Being A Queer Person of Color
We wanted to sit down and share stories with you around this virtual campfire to somehow express one little piece of what it means to be queer and a person of color in this crazy, crazy world.