Are Athletes Okay?
On ‘The Triplets of Belleville’ and the horror of a training regimen.
How I Learned To Touch Again After Trauma
I thought I had to choose between being a survivor and being sensual.
I Was Rejected at a Barn Dance. Just Like My Ancestors (Probably)
I’d met a woman at the last barn dance.
I’ve Been Into the Further and Back
In Insidious, both father and eldest son possess the ability to project their consciousness elsewhere. The father does not remember this. Is it a gift if you want to forget it ever existed?
Robin Wright as a Ruthless Monster-in-Law in ‘The Girlfriend’ Gave Me Flashbacks
Did this miniseries steal from my memories?
HORROR IS SO G4Y: Letter From the Editor
What’s your favorite scary movie?
The Answer To My Pain Was Pain
I have no casual interests, only obsessions.
Fall Is Always a Time for New Beginning
When it comes to decorating, my wife and I are polar opposites.
Twenty-Five Years Later, Michelle Tea’s ‘Valencia’ Remains Stunning Portrait of Lesbian Life
Valencia permitted me to romanticize my world.
I Was Outed as Trans at Work
When I transitioned and changed my name, I went through all of my accounts and switched them to my new name. Banks and airlines were shockingly no problem. TSA precheck and Social Security just required another in-person meeting. It was the most random places that made it hard.
Under a Big Old Florida Tree
The night has cooled; the air smells like saltwater, briny as our drinks.
On Never Seeing Someone Again
The most jarring parts of my breakups have been the number of people who I will never see again.
I Was Already Afraid of My Inbox. Then a Death Threat Came
The deadline for my compliance with the “blackmail” had already passed. It was supposed to be noon.
What Is Queer Generational Trauma, and How Do We Tell Stories About It?
Lately, I’ve been obsessing over the concept of queer generational trauma: the pain passed down to us from our ancestors, which we bequeath in turn to those who come after us.
I Hope the Crows Will Miss Me
After three years spent cultivating this yard with care, I’m about to leave it to whoever comes next.
My Ex Is Stuck in Friend Request Purgatory
She was a season. A fever dream. A glitter bomb of an experience. And I’m grateful. I am. But also: I’m not accepting that friend request.
Heat Advisory
Next summer will be hotter. The next, hotter still.
How We Cultivate Intimacy in Our Aroace Friend Group
What would be the shape of our lives if we prioritised each other?
On Being a Masc Top From Rural Oklahoma
You’ve fucked every lesbian sorority girl in Oklahoma, someone tells me on an app. Well, I said. Probably not all of them, right?
Andrea Gibson’s Work Lives in the Realities of Chronic Pain
There’s a long and powerful queer lineage of artists whose bodies were politicized, pathologized, and misunderstood and who still chose to create from that place.