If I’m being honest, it’s one of the better written celebrity fiction novels that I’ve read (and I’ve read Lauren Conrad’s YA series).

I have seen some angry women in fantasy stories before, but I have never felt the kind of fury pulsating off of them the way I did with queer water-bender Nehal.

Although I have many of them at any given time, I don’t usually speak my desires out loud.

This is Jen Wilde’s first thriller, but I hope not her last.

Some readers may be tempted to label Your Driver Is Waiting as satire, but that’s not my reading at all.

Sea creatures become iridescent queer metaphors in this wonderfully queer memoir.

Jules Ohman paints the harsh, sharp-angled modeling industry with soft, tender prose and tells many queer narratives at once in the novel.

This is a deeply feminist work, but it’s not sanitized, commodified feminism. The feminism here is raw, living, harsh and at times, violent.

Before I was a sex worker, I was a proud sex worker ally.

Enjoy Me Among My Ruins bypasses the expectation to tell one’s story in a neatly contained narrative.

The chaotic art school tale is a confident debut from Antonia Angress.

Multiple of these essays ask how we can make queer spaces safer, especially for our most vulnerable community members, while also not becoming our own police.

In resisting the tidiness of a happy ending, Conklin demonstrates something profound and important that made me cry at several of these stories.

I learned about the concept of chosen family from a heterosexual uncle I don’t talk to anymore.