The novel is thought-provoking even in its flaws.

Traveling while queer / trans and pregnant, PDA at Disney, tick checks…and more!

“Moose are kind of like the hippos of the land. They’re aggressive. They run really fast.”

Friends to enemies to needing each other to stay alive to friends to girlfriends. Classic!

Sitting there, eyes closed, I could feel the subtle movements of the two people I was touching. To my right—someone I’d never met. I’d glimpsed basketball shorts, ragged tee, short hair. Muscular, athletic body. My hand on an unfamiliar, living knee.

This 1990 film has everything: Robert Downey Jr making a salad, Eric Idle in a leopard-print robe, a vaguely European lesbian character named Susan, murder, three nuns, and so much smooth jazz!!!!

As a lesbian, there’s nothing I love more than camping. It’s the only time you’re allowed to eat a plain hot dog on a stick!

It’s best books season, the addiction-memoir genre has been dominated by men, somehow it will be March again in just three months, and yes — that piece about High Femme Camp Antics that everyone is subtweeting about.

Postcards are fucking important.

Making 8- and 16-bit video characters out of plastic beads: the best afternoon EVER.

Ah, the power of buying alcohol in a large group of queermos – if you haven’t done it before, you should probably do it now. Why? Because you can get really amazing bottles to try that might be out of your budget otherwise and you’ll be trying those bottles in really excellent company.

We had a queer prom on top of a mountain. There were photographs. Some of these prom-goers were pretty f*cking special.

You’re just 5 minutes and a bit of kitchen chemistry away from smooth skin.

The only Camping Wisdom I have acquired is that rocky riverbeds make terrible beds and chopping wood’s hard. Oh, and marshmallows need to be toasted and consumed in large quantities.

Tiny little mountains to snuggle on or off the mountain.

Making merit badges is significantly easier than earning them.

Writing about your own experiences, whether it’s through memoir or essay or slam poetry or leaving post-its about the sandwiches your mom used to make for your lunch on lampposts, can be empowering and life-changing, even without anyone else reading it.

Eat your heart out, Etsy.

We’re going to update you on all the whiskeys our group will be tasting on the mountain so your presumably now-formed queer whiskey tasting friend-group can taste along with us. And our brand new obsession? Hudson Whiskey.

My wilderness camp counselor criticized me for having no sense of direction.