Results for: meet up
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Elm Street Was a Nightmare Before Freddy Made It One
Elm Street was just another part of a society — our society, where people are taught to care very little for each other.
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What To Know Before You Get a Dog
When you first meet her, scared and sick and alone, you’ll know that if you don’t take her with you she’ll probably die. Of course, she’s going to die either way. Better to have a life with you first, you’ll decide. You’ll make it nice for her. You’ll try your best, at least.
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Is There Life After High School?
“I wanted to have nightmares about monsters or mass shootings. It was too embarrassing — in the midst of global catastrophe — to be concerned with something as frivolous as high school.”
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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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The Gayest Things I Did in My Twenties
I’m 23, and I’m not sure if I’m on a date (I’m not).
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10 Things I Spend My Money on Now That Isn’t Drugs or Alcohol
When I got sober, I also thought I would be saving so much money. What happened instead is that I found different ways to spend my money.
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Slow Takes: Casey Plett’s “A Dream of a Woman” and Forgiveness as a Love Story
Often I find myself pushing so hard against the image of trans loneliness that I don’t allow myself to acknowledge the truths that lie within. This book acknowledged them for me. It hurt. I’m grateful.
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Slow Takes: “Pen15” and Embracing Alternate Girlhoods
Watching the first season during what I considered my second puberty was miserable. I could acknowledge its effectiveness, but I felt alienated.
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I’m a Psychologist Who Didn’t See My Own Divorce Coming
Psychologists can see potential in every patient who is seeking therapy. I can’t look at my marriage without seeing all the ways we could still fix it.
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Homoerotic Friendships, Mosquita Y Mari, and the Things We Never Said
My friendship with her actually ended twice.
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Things That Have Mothered Me That Are Not My Mothers
I think of all the things that have taught me lessons and made me the woman I am and feel that, even if my mothers didn’t care for me the way I wanted them to, I still came out on the other side, not unscathed, but survived.
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I Beat My Girlfriend at Scrabble and We Never Played Again
Scrabble has always been an exciting way to show that my English degree might have meant something.
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Here’s How Our Lives Have Improved Since Quitting Drinking: A Candid Conversation Between Sober Queers
“I love that sober sex is so much better for me. Even masturbating is better.”
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Letters to My Dead, Gay [REDACTED]
I don’t know you. I never did. But I presume that in all of our family, perhaps, I am the only one who could even begin to understand you.
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At Diners, You Don’t Have To Grow Up
Diners are places of unreality where I can get my food and not worry about being stared at or made fun of.
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I Don’t Want To Write Beautiful Things
I am in the business of writing honestly, especially about the things that hurt — heartbreak, disappointment, shame, poverty.
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When I Stopped Apologizing for My Fatness, I Started to Heal
I had to figure out what it meant to reconnect with a body I’d always been afraid of.
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The Place for Smiles
Back in those days, I thought drinking was the most interesting thing about me.
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Opening Up at a North Country Diner
I never got used to the cold, North Country weather.
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Slow Takes: A Tribute to Zoom Theatre
The story of how I joined theatre is like if the Disney Channel was dark and gay.