Results for: Feel good
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A Guide To Falling In Love For Hopeless Fools Who Can’t Read Maps
“You’re at a party; you’re on vacation; it’s your lunch break. You feel good, or maybe just bored, or maybe a little reckless, and you scan the room, the beach, the restaurant. You stop scanning. And she winks, or he grins, or they realize you caught them staring and blush awkwardly at their own feet for a thousand years, and when they finally look back up, that’s it.”
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Things Men Tell You When They Think You’re One of Them
“It was a predatory smile that he flashed at us, the rest of his pack, expecting us to become predators with him and start howling along.”
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The Absolute Worst Thing A Boy Could Ever Be
Grieving a friend lost to suicide in childhood, the effects of harmful compulsory masculinity, and looking around at a life that could just barely have been imagined then.
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Say My Name, Mey’s My Name Pt. II: Independent (Legally a) Woman
“As I write about my name now, I feel strength, and contentment and comfort and home. I feel more like myself than I ever have before.”
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YES CATS! Exclusive: The Incredibly True Adventures of the Backyard Bobbis
“…when my parents were yelling at each other and when my mom was slapping and screaming at me and when the kids at my school were making fun of me for being a cross-eyed dyke, I’d think about those kittens who were counting on me to keep them safe. I’d make it through another day.”
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Going Home To My Ghosts: A Photoessay
The entire story of our entire trip from California to Michigan and also all the bigger stories and the smaller ones, too.
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Screaming/Not Screaming
Was it a nightmare and you just thought you were waking up? It lasted for two hours, you could’ve been dreaming. But you were awake.
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Goodbye, California
“The threat to move to Michigan was always made in a specific context: some element of my life fell apart and I didn’t know how to fix it or myself.”
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Gal Pal Chronicles: Rachel and Lizz Have Been Obsessed With Each Other Since Roughly 2008
Rachel: “The writing & philosophy class I was required to take freshman year mostly sucked. But there was this one girl, Lizz, who seemed cool. She wore comic book tshirts and had beautiful shiny hair. One day after class, I announced to a friend, ‘Lizz is not straight. I can just tell.'”
Lizz: “There was something about Rachel that I just couldn’t shake. She spent a lot of time quoting feminist theorists who I’d never heard of and she had what I would later come to call ‘Congenital Gay Face.'” -
My Long-Distance Relationship is My Favorite Adventure
The best part is always the journey.
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A Million Red Flags: My Polyamory Failure
What happens when first love and first heartbreak features a cast of three.
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Say My Name, Mey’s My Name
The journey to finding and deciding on my real name, Melinda Valdivia Rude, took about four years.
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Cross My Heart
The absolutely true autobiography of a liar.
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How We Survived Lesbian Bed Death
This is not as rewarding as that “spice up your marriage” advice columnist promised it would be.
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Linked Like We Once Were
It was so easy to stay in touch until it wasn’t: Until my resentment exceeded my love for her, until her fear exceeded her hope. But the world we made lingers.
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Admitting That You’re Home: A Photo Diary
A girl spends 19 days in rural Tennessee with her girlfriend and her family, takes a million pictures, then tells her whole life story in just under 4,000 words. What’s not to love?
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The Cheesecake Diaries
This is a story about the family that I lost and found and almost found at various The Cheesecake Factory restaurants across America.