Results for: mama outsider
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Porkchop’s Odyssey: On Fatness, Transness, and Pants
This snapshot sits on a shelf in the back of my mind. I keep it in an album called “euphoria.” It includes moments – me in my first bowtie at my college graduation, me on my wedding day, me in the mountains with my first jean jacket. In each, I am myself.
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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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The Names We Call Each Other
On specific language, families, mispronunciations, and revisiting Jhumpa Lahiri’s “The Namesake.”
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I Met My Online Friends for the First Time and Remained Fully in My Head
34. Am I a granola bar lesbian?
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The Gayest Things I Did in My Twenties
I’m 23, and I’m not sure if I’m on a date (I’m not).
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Letters to My Dead, Gay [REDACTED]
I don’t know you. I never did. But I presume that in all of our family, perhaps, I am the only one who could even begin to understand you.
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Walking With My Grief
My grief says, listen: you know how to take care of yourself.
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Wrestling With Kamala and Beyond: Reckoning With Blackness, Womanhood, and What Comes Next
I am ready to be fearless. To dream beyond Black womanhood and know that I — Black, queer, and not-quite-sure — am worthy, so worthy of all of the love, affirmation, and power the universe can muster.
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Mama Outsider: Reminder Notes to a Dancing Girl
“It is the weekend Beyoncé releases her “Formation” single and a bad queen has just performed it without breaking a sweat. I am watching the queen and learning that the way not to sweat is to move so little that every move seems like drama. I’ve got the not moving part down, which is how I am here at a club with a roommate whose friends want to meet the Black girl she let live in her house.”
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Mama Outsider: How I Learned the Definition of Obscene
“I was unstable and grieving and more suited for a patient friendship than the dramas of new love. But I loved her and in thirst, I acted unlovingly by climbing into a lap in which I wasn’t welcome. My behavior is the definition of obscene.”
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Bonus Time: Living To Be Queer Elders
In QTPOC community, the future can feel precarious. If queerness is so often associated with action and survival, how do we learn to slow down and rest so we can live long enough to grow into the queer elders we always dreamed of having?
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Mama Outsider: No Place Like Home
“Every day since my father died has been at least a little fucked up. There is no such thing as a non-fucked up day when you are a Daddy’s girl without a father.”
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She Never Liked Me Anyway
Dementia used to be called madness, I was told.
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We Aren’t Failures: Naming What Was Lost as an Agender Person
“Other people built a gender for me and trusted that I would defend what they built. But what I was handed never made sense.”
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Wherever West Is
“Loving women and loving the land are the two things I told myself I would never do, and somehow, they got all tangled up in each other.”
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My Virtual Brunch With Dolly Parton
“Dear Editor: You are cordially invited to have brunch with country music icon Dolly Parton this Sunday, August 7th.”
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I Feel Pretty
“I know exactly why I did it. Attempted to shave my face. I wanted to be like my dad.”
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This Is A Dead Mom Essay
“Not being an asshole” to myself meant admitting that my mom’s death and her illness permeate every single part of my being, and always will.
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Of A Swamp Witch And A Rural Queer
“It’s so easy to yearn and ache for people to fill the space surrounding you, but it’s so difficult to find those who can do so in a way that doesn’t immediately consume all your hard-won oxygen and freedom.”
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The Ones We Left Behind: On Being An Ally To Small Town Queers
“If you’re reading this and are currently in love with a tiny place that hasn’t loved you back yet, I want you to know that this is okay.”