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Suck My Silicone Or Save Your Mouth For Me?

Should you play suck and blow or what’s the point?

First Person Lesbian Sex

One Strap To Rule Them All Or Nah — Not So Much?

Do you only need one strap or is variety truly the spice of life?

A Black woman sits on a large leaf surrounded by plants and flowers while looking down at her unzipped pants.

First Person Lesbian Sex

To Strap Or Not To Strap — That Is The Question

It’s the age-old queer question — Are you strapping or nah?

First Person Food and Drink

Wild Cravings: The Lonely Cheeseburger

When I think of that time and place, those seven months in a Lakeview walkup, I think of those cheeseburgers, and I think of that friendship. Neither are really in my life anymore.

Illustration of a brown femme in a purple wig and frilly purple dress walking along a residential street at night. In the corner is a small circle depicting the brown femme kissing another person.

First Person Love + Sex

Scenes from a Gender 05: The Prehatching Years

I was mortified, to be sure, but also honored and validated, to be on the girls’ team. And oh yes, honey – I’ve never left.

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First Person

This is My Body, and I Decide Its Meaning

As a person with polycystic ovarian syndrome, my journey to self-acceptance as a non-binary, healthy individual has been long and winding.

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First Person Food and Drink

Wild Cravings: Memory Soup

For over two years, I’ve been searching for soup. A specific soup. A watercress soup I ate maybe a handful of times spread out over a handful of weeks in the spring of 2015.

A person with long brown hair in a white shirt is in a bed with white sheets. They hold a black phone and look concerned.

First Person

Asshole, Autistic and Other A-Words of My Love Life

Something was deeply wrong with me, something shameful. Turns out, the truth is more complicated.

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First Person

Well, That’s Mortifying: That Time I Didn’t Know About Roger Clemens

The class erupted in wide-eyed giggles and guffaws and I continued smiling at the front of the room, confident and certain that I’d made a very smooth move.

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First Person

Wild Cravings: Nothing Tastes The Same

The Leo’s group changes from visit to visit. It all depends who’s up in time, who’s ready to go, who’s the right amount of hungover (hungover enough to crave greasy, salty food but not so hungover as to not be able to handle fluorescent light).

A person wearing a white sweatshirt, a plaid scarf, a denim jacket and tan corduroy pants holds hands with a person wearing a white shirt, a cream-colored jacket and plaid pants.

First Person

Coming to Terms With My Asexuality as a Black, Non-Binary Lesbian

Society can make us feel like we’re flawed or like our relationships aren’t as valid because we’re not having as much sex as we’re “supposed to.”

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First Person

Well, That’s Mortifying: That Time I Let My Friend’s Mom Crash My Date

We’re making small talk with a random white lady, and it’s all my fault.

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First Person

Journaling With My Grief

I have three journals. I no longer have my dad. I’ll write this story for the rest of my life.

First Person

Wild Cravings: The Mystery Breakfast

If I had a time machine, I’d use it to go back to a breakfast. The problem: I don’t know where or when I was.

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First Person

Lying On The Floor With My Grief

I wanted to exist with my grief in my body, not so much in my mind.

Willow trees along the coastline of Florida.

First Person

Dispatches from a Sweaty Accidental Matriarchy

Sometimes a community is just 87 mentally ill homosexuals and the twenty dollars they pass around on Venmo.

First Person

Count on Something Sweet

We no longer needed practical. We wanted goodness, even if it was fleeting. We wanted saccharine, even if it left us yearning. We wanted Cosmic Brownies.