I’m Not Broke As F*ck Anymore, Does This Mean I Made It
“It’s like you’re so good at your weird, low-cost lifestyle, but you know nothing about the real world.”
“It’s like you’re so good at your weird, low-cost lifestyle, but you know nothing about the real world.”
I am not crazy; I am simply black, and queer, and butch, and transcultural, and therefore alone.
The gallery of beautiful journal covers is open. Bring your own wine and Trader Joe’s hors d’ouevres for the true art show experience.
If there’s anything y’all love, it’s sex and pure poetry. So obviously, both took center stage at A-Camp. Here’s a selection.
Intersex and queer identities sometimes match up in ways that we’re familiar with and that conform to our understanding of how these identities are commonly defined. Other times they don’t.
I shall list them in order of least to most awful.
There’s a lot to say about religion and queerness and how the two can (or cannot) interact, which is why we put together this roundtable with 12 different perspectives. We hope you share your own thoughts and beliefs in the comment section.
Ever since I went to a Halloween party at my friend’s church youth group in 6th grade, I’ve been almost inseparable from my Christian identity. But on November 4th, 2012, my heart was all the way down in my toes as I got ready to go to church for the first time as a transgender lesbian.
“I have a knot in my stomach, like a kid waiting outside the principal’s office. But I’m not a kid, and this is not a principal’s office. I’m an adult in the great state of California waiting to get her medical marijuana card.”
While this may seem obvious, anyone who has faced the terror of the blank page knows how difficult—indeed, how treacherous—this step can be. How will you begin?
My transgender wife and I are both people with a lot of serious challenges to face, and we chose to confront those challenges as a team. That’s not heroism. It’s love.
“Whether you write a page-long treatise on your love of Jolly Ranchers or a meditation on the cultural currency of the alternative lifestyle haircut, you’re claiming a space on the page for yourself.”
“I am afraid help will come too late to someone in my life. I am afraid that closets become coffins.”
“I start unbuttoning my shirt, but can’t really decide on a way to make getting undressed in this space any less uncomfortable, so I just drop my pants.”
What I learned from a week on a hilltop with 50 queer writers.
“So we sit down and I pull out my life’s timeline and Officially Official Documents like WAH-BOOM! How you like them apples??”
An Autostraddle first.
“Will I have to leave my boxer briefs at home in lieu of high-waisted, thin, cotton lady panties under my kick ass uniform during Basic Training?”
Here’s the deal: I both like and am my body. I am a girl, ergo I have a girl’s body. It’s neat. You know what I think helped me to be comfortable with my body more than anything else? The US Army.
Some may call this need for speed insanity, others call it energy. I’m not sure how I feel because…feelings? Who has time for feelings?