Jesus Would Have Found the Whole Thing Comical
“We took off on our bikes with the intention of shoplifting all the proper ingredients to make homely ham sandwiches.”
“We took off on our bikes with the intention of shoplifting all the proper ingredients to make homely ham sandwiches.”
Welcome to “Bad Behavior,” a two-month series about the ways in which we are not good queers, at least not most of the time.
If Alice Walker once said “hard times require furious dancing,” then hard times call for reading poetry, particularly black poets. Follow zaynab’s journey in reconnecting with black poetry as a means of daily survival and understand why reading the work of black poets can enhance our collective understandings of what it means to cultivate and sustain resistance.
“I pushed and shoved and laughed and danced in big black shoes that would later bruise my feet, next to a girl who would later love me back.”
A love letter to the only woman that stole my heart and snatched my scalp at the same damn time.
My journey to self-love through the influence of Whitney Houston’s life and music.
“Love in partnership as colonized/racialized bodies is courageously undressing the walls we have built to survive and showing others the chaos that war has left behind.”
Finally I got to be unapologetically queer amongst this familia that came together in the face of rejection from the homes we came from or by the systems that governed us in the US/Mexico border community that is the Rio Grande Valley.
“There’s nothing more I want to remember than every moment and sensation we shared. Our grinding hips at Queer Cumbia, feeling your drunken sweat drip onto my freshly implanted tits. The way we sloppily made out and smeared our red and burgundy lips all over our mouths, noses, forehead, and neck.”
It was the end of my innocence when I realized that being Black or being Queer in this country could get you killed. This was the time before Hurricane Katrina, before 9/11, before Ferguson. Before. Before. Before.
In honor of celebrating Latinxs during Hispanic Heritage Month, Autostraddle curated a collection of essays by lesbian, bisexual, queer and trans Latina and Latinx writers to showcase our experiences, our pulse.
“Even when we would get really drunk and make out to Ke$ha in front of hundreds of people in our own house, it was never a romantic thing.”
“We both shipped Castle and Beckett. That was a strange time in my life, god. Beckett, what a babe.”
“Yup, we were just lesbians in a library. You know, just hanging out.”
“I’m really good at just torching a bridge and not looking back. And you are the only fucking person who has forced me to build the bridge back.”
“We were like, no, that’s just what people think! Like, very few boys are attractive, and lots of girls are. That’s just how the world is. ‘Isn’t that sad, that there are so few attractive men, and the ones who are just happen to be famous.'”
I wanna know all about your gal pals! How you met! What you do for fun! Your embarrassing stories! Tell me all about it!
Our QTPOC besties are vital to our existence so we wanted to create a list filled with our stories to celebrate just how magical they are.
You were my queer spirit guide. You gave me a bunch of queer YA books over the first year of our best friendship. You said, “You didn’t have a queer adolescence, this is happening.”
“I’m not sure if there was anything specific that made me feel like I needed other women. Maybe it was moving to LA with no prospects. Maybe it was breaking up with one terrible person for another terrible person. Maybe those two forms of loneliness converged into motivation. Maybe I was just tired. I can tell you this though: Befriending other queer women will save your life.”