A Spoonie is an affectionate name for a chronically ill person who has limited energy (spoons!) to use on any given day. It’s a rad community of resilient people whose physical, emotional, and cognitive struggles are mostly invisible to their friends, colleagues, and even family members.
“Some people grumble about how much “easier” younger generations have it.”
I used to have a cabinet of products I used with reckless abandon. Now, I’m more thoughtful with what I put on my face and into my routine.
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Come for the gay clues, stay for the brief cultural history lesson.
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“Don’t talk to me or my 23,000 sexes until you’ve had a nice long think about cisnormativity.”
“The dapper Black girl that danced and sang about the future had led me to a new corner of the universe and I was smitten.”
It’s like of Joe Fox of You’ve Got Mail had a soul!
Tár’s impeccable wardrobe is probably the only unqualified good thing about her.
Maybe you, like a lot of queer people, found your community online and don’t live near your friends.
Situate your mind inside these 10 clues! Everything else can wait!
In the ten years since Whitney Houston’s passing, one of the sweetest journeys to witness has been the purposeful reclaiming of her legacy by Black queer people.
If you’re looking for a gift that says, “Spank me, Daddy,” I’ve got you covered.
“To come into myself, to really integrate my queerness as an essential part of myself, I needed to start telling the stories I had been holding in for so long.”
A red wave was coming, they told us. But they didn’t account for a new record for out LGBTQ candidates, who ran the table all across the country.
“I wanted to be a landscape or a place that couldn’t be contained.”
Today, the unionized staff of HarperCollins are going on strike, and if you care about queer books and the future of queer publishing, you should care about this.
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I regret to inform you that we’ll also need to find that fedora.