What’s a pantry without some preserved goods?

This week in lit: YA novels with trans* characters and authors, Canadians winning everything, grammar games, dinosaur erotica and more.

Meet the adorable human being responsible for Autostraddle’s amazing illustrations!

Meat. Cake. I really can’t be any clearer than that.

“I think the biggest thing for me is the plug-in to this amazing trans* and queer community that’s out there that’s been doing this work that’s, I think, at a point where it’s really ready to take the lead from people who live in many multiplicities.”

Time to stretch those noodle packets and make them last an entire semester.

Or as I like to call it, A Journey Through Six Hundred Slices of Bread to Her Heart.

The first self-defined feminists, boobs, and a lemonade ocean.

More of our lives are lived digitally by the day, and it’s time to start thinking about what happens to all this when we die: do we want it to go to someone else, to be erased, or to remain indefinitely in the ether(net)?

This week on NSFW Sunday: a better online dating profile, lesbian vocabulary, sex scandals and more.

Celebrating the First Lady of the Civil Rights Movement.

Juliet is an Australian mum, sexologist, and traveler extraordinaire. She talks about all that and more in this lovely interview.

Nothing tastes as good as an explosion.

In which we discuss the pros and cons of double-ended dildos at length.

Maria and I talked about therapy and the best places to eat in Seattle and we also got sidetracked talking about books and mermaid hair and Dear Sugar and then I died because Cheryl Strayed is my religion. Maria is super awesome, is what I mean.

This week marks the 44th anniversary of Woodstock, the music festival that changed the world.

We need to eat more foods that are classified as “burpless.”

Monique talks about being Mexican and queer in Arizona, her favorite artists, and her adorable dog Elliot (who is an extremely well-behaved road trip travel companion.)

Nothing brings lesbros together more than shoving eggs into exciting holes!

Who was I to even want these things that I wanted? Who was I to ask for them? I was open, naked: This is me. This is what I want. I need your help.