In the pool hall, my sweetheart and a close friend tease me one night: “unimpressive,” “pure luck,” “you aren’t that good.” They were trying to get my ire up so that an hour later when I told them to stare into each other’s eyes as I fucked my sweetheart’s body, I would mean it with a snarky competitive vengeance, I would mean it with power and control, I would be pushed to take what I want.

“I started a Tumblr called Midwestern Monster Hunt dedicated to my adventures and to sharing stories of the weird, macabre, and strange. I began following blogs devoted to lovingly curating blurry photos dotted with red circles, grainy images of discs in the sky, or puns about Mothman. The more involved in cryptid and paranormal spaces I became, the more queer people seemed to pop up.”

It’s you and like 85 of your closest Autostraddle friends posing with your favorite books! Get in here!

I followed Kristin and Jenny at FlameCon, New York City’s gay comic con, as they spread their love for Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the LGBTQ community to everyone they met.

“This wholesale group exclusion of a person based on an accusation that they are somehow dangerous without any opportunity for that person to describe why they think this charge is happening or how they are experiencing it, or for anyone to look at the order of events that produced this accusation or the history of the person accusing — I mean, this is the definition of injustice.”

“Jessi showed me that it was cool to focus on my ambitions and to form deep relationships with other girls instead of being boy-obsessed.”

Your April community gallery is here! With more llamas than you’d think.