Results for: dead to me
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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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Hurtling at Full Speed Toward the Present
Screams are often ripped from us, either through fear or fervor, but rarely does one think, soberly and with intention, “ I would like to indulge in a scream,” and then do it. This is a mistake.
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8 Amazing Books about Queer/Lesbian/Bi/Trans Women with Superpowers
Is it too obvious to say that reading books about queer women with superpowers can be very… empowering?
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Salvadorans Under The Moonlight
I didn’t expect us to create a Blood Moon Healing Circle Ceremony. It wasn’t on the emailed itinerary. Why did we even feel the need to create it? Two words: intergenerational trauma.
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Writing Queer Ugandan Futures into the Present
The story of queerness in Uganda, bound as it has been to fictions about who we are and who we ought to be, is a story of resilience, love and community.
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A Better World: Transformative Justice and the Apocalypse
As COVID-19 brings the world as we know it to and end, queer, trans and marginalized communities need to transformative justice more than ever. But what does it mean to believe in a world without punishment in the apocalypse?
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The Utopian, Queer Promise of Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend”
“Call Your Girlfriend” is not just a song that holds up as a classic sad bop — but as a work of art that asks us to radically reimagine how we might uncouple ourselves from each other in gentler, more entangled ways.
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Cracked Apart
In the middle of a winter night in 1973, while the residents of a small island fishing town in Iceland slept peacefully in their beds, a crack opened up in a flat patch of farmland and began spewing fire.
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Where Road Trips Meet Rituals
Once the itinerary is printed and your bag is packed, travel forces us out of our own limitations, the boundaries we create in our heads.
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How to Care for an Air Plant
I suppose the truth is my home, then, is in transition — in the in-between of leaving home, and finding another, in that bittersweet knowledge that nothing is forever.
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Bites
“I ate lemon-filled doughnuts with a woman who made my head spin. I decided that it was her commitment to eating good food, like me, that drew me to her. Every bite was sour-sweet.”
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Militantly Optimistic on the 5
A road trip with my introverted wife and extroverted baby through the reddest part of California made me question my relationship with strangers (and my obsession with Rick Steves).
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Lady Madonna: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Kitsch
Being in places that took pride in their weirdness made it feel natural to take pride in my own.
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Chasing Amy
Birthdays are weird when you have a dead mom.
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Toward an Applicable Theory of Just Not
On refusal, rest, and resistance.
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Birthing Disruption Between the Ferns and the Moss
If the ferns in my garden have survived the last few thousand years, then they have witnessed genocide and forced removal, tornadoes, the filling in of wetlands. Our acts of maintenance are political decisions. What we narrate and what we nourish set up the futures we are willing to fight for.
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Where Can You Take a Walk in the Park?
Most of my old hiking companions from Los Angeles are queer. Now I have Goldie, who takes breaks while we walk, just to jump up and kiss me. She places her paws just over my heart.
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Lifting Heavy Things
I could carry that heavy canoe further than any of the other teenage girls on my trip. I could carry that canoe, because that meant I didn’t have to carry my grief and my mom had to carry her own weight, because I wasn’t home.
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Sanctuary of the Pines
The mountains and forests of Northwest Montana were where I felt the freest as a lesbian, but I didn’t know that feeling had queer roots going back 100 years, to when my doppelgänger was wandering these woods.
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Going Back Outside After the Streetlights Come On
When you’re little, the backyard of your grandma’s house is an entire universe. Growing up is finding the kid in you and being brave enough to take them outside again – without warning them about coming home before the streetlights come on.