When we’re open to it, giving ourselves honest space to roleplay can be pretty powerful stuff.
“We’re warm, we’re drinking and best of all we’re naked!”
Finding the soundtracks that have been there all along, making room for new sounds.
Well yes. It turns out the apocalypse creeps on you slowly, starting oh — in about March 2020, who would’ve guessed?
Are you a “finish your seltzer” gay? Or a “let your seltzer get flat & warm and make your partner finish it for you” gay?
In an abolitionist dream of the future, Celeste is reunited with her formerly incarcerated mom.
“I really don’t need to be in my house simmering over the racist comments on violence against Black people.”
“What’s the point of podding if I can’t fix your unhappiness?”
I’m searching for the right person who can help me go through all this confusion.
“You know I can’t tell when you’re making Black people jokes!”
One hot, queer week in the summer of 2020. From face masks, to protests, to cats sleeping on ice packs to beat the heat.
What’s the point in arguing with a world that will always devalue Black skin?
“Obviously I’m joining #FEMMEARMY”
A surreal exploration of tackling a mental road block. The other side might be a very different perspective.
“What right do I have to feel grief over this? It’s not my loss.”
We are going to build a kinder, safer world.
I did my best to not let my lurking paranoia get in the way of being happy during certain portions of the game but it was an ever present feeling. Even now, having finished the game, it is still there. The few times I forgot about it I found myself taking comfort in two women deeply in love, in the shit together.
Aiden contemplates what it means to identify with the phrase “Asians for Black Lives.”
Trying to erase the past doesn’t HELP Black folks.
While we’re figuring out how to communicate six feet apart after months of cruising Lex, I figured it’d be a good time to share my zine Yes I’m Flagging: Queer Flagging 101.