I Wish I’d Medically Transitioned Before Giving Birth
Less than a year after giving birth, I decided to medically transition. I wish I’d done it sooner.
Less than a year after giving birth, I decided to medically transition. I wish I’d done it sooner.
5. Okay, don’t panic
6. *panic* *pain*
Queer people face higher rates of cervical cancer and lower rates of vaccination and screening, and we deserve better. Armed with the facts, you can advocate for your wellbeing and get the preventive care you deserve.
Ultimately, your question is about how to find hope in the midst of the inescapable bigotry that defines the working world.
It’s National Eating Disorders Awareness Week, and I’m choosing to create the queer media coverage I want to see.
I want you to hold this: Even though the world is kind of terrible, your life is precious and valuable, and you are loved.
I asked some of my friends whether they had any love songs that they still love today, originally given to them by exes.
Let’s take Valentine’s Day by its fuzzy, pink horns and hold on for dear life.
It can maybe seem silly to “celebrate” Valentine’s Day — you’re together all the time! But that’s why it’s important to carve out some intentional time together and also shake things up from your daily routine.
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Waking up early and standing out in the cold may not seem like self-care, but to me, it is.
I’m letting the dust of others’ expectations begin to settle, leaving room to see that I am not to blame for the hurt and harm I’ve dealt with. This year, I’m not making a list. Instead, I’m focusing on forgiving myself for ever thinking anything different.
I put a lot of pressure on myself to learn and revel in the customs of “our people,” which meant that I always included a small scoop of the fish salad on mine and then tried to avoid it the rest of the night.
That Christmas with queer family reminded me that multiple possibilities exist even in the darkest of places.
Need last minute gifts? You probably have stuff you can give away without making a dent in your bank account.
One of my earliest memories, perhaps my earliest one, is watching the snow fall from the sliding glass doors to the balcony of the small apartment my family rented in a Boston suburb.
On New Year’s Eve when the clock strikes midnight, the glimmering thoughts that slip across my mind are usually all variations on the same question: who have you been loved by this year?
Consider this your break from happy endings and an opportunity for some gay yuletide catharsis.
The unthinkable can and will happen, but sorrow and loss are only splinters of what we can handle. The ritual is in the remembering.
By convening with our inner-children as adults, we’re able to establish new holiday traditions to meet our own needs.