As a Nonbinary Abortion Activist, Planning a Pregnancy Is Complicated — And Hopeful
Just after the overturning of Roe v. Wade, my doctor asks if I’m excited to have another baby.
Just after the overturning of Roe v. Wade, my doctor asks if I’m excited to have another baby.
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.
I’m ashamed that I rejected real love that I had in my life because I couldn’t lose the security of heterosexuality and the validation I thought it bestowed on me.
“I wanted to have nightmares about monsters or mass shootings. It was too embarrassing — in the midst of global catastrophe — to be concerned with something as frivolous as high school.”
I finally realized that it is completely possible to be asexual, experience some sexual attraction and enjoy sex — even if you’re only having sex with yourself.
When I read Middlesex, I felt that tinge of recognition I think a lot of queer and trans people look for when they realize something is different about themselves.
More than a few fans I spoke with did say that if it weren’t for Bionicle they may not have come to understand their gender when they did.
On specific language, families, mispronunciations, and revisiting Jhumpa Lahiri’s “The Namesake.”
It was a lot like coming out later in life, but this time instead of going to a bunch of lesbian parties and hooking up with strangers, I’m staying up until 4 a.m. Googling shit like “how is Loki still alive.”
My recent breakup the first week of June wasn’t one I wanted or expected, but it was one I had to initiate anyway.
My wife and I were speeding through the hills of southern Vermont when I proposed a special date night.
Diners are places of unreality where I can get my food and not worry about being stared at or made fun of.
When I think of what the diner experience is in South Florida, I think of Flanigan’s.
This is about a high school job.
Back in those days, I thought drinking was the most interesting thing about me.
If Staten Island has anything, it’s an abundance of delicious diners, and so many have left their mark on my heart.
For many of us, Standee’s was one of the first public spaces where we could openly and comfortably share our most authentic gender expression.
You can’t be gay in 1999. But I’m not, so that’s just fine.
This is what it means to be from New Jersey. The roughness around the edges isn’t hidden away or sugar-coated.
Welcome to Diner Week, a 12-part series of essays by Autostraddle writers and editors set in diners.