A Prairie Homo Companion: A Prairie Homo Sky at Night
As a prairie homo, I have a lot of feelings about the night sky.
Butch Please: Butchsolutions
12. Do your goddamned laundry.
A Prairie Homo Companion: Where The Sidewalk Ends
Maybe there are possibilities beyond the mortgage and the SUV and the Big Oil Company. Maybe you’ll walk along past where the sidewalk ends and discover those possibilities for yourself.
Going Down (South): The Sass Manifesto
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but good sassin’ will knock you out for a week.
Homeward Bound: Searching for the Secret Island of Black Queer Mixed Femmes
“I have always been a traveler, particularly as an immigrant and as a person with family hailing from Venezuela to Dominica to South India, ‘home’, ‘family’ and ‘belonging’ have always been complicated concepts.”
Butch Please: Butch Antiquated
“I just don’t see why a woman would want to aspire to masculinity when she doesn’t like men.”
Going Down (South): Strapping It On
Pulling yourself up by your bootstraps is only an effective strategy if you have boots to begin with.
Butch Please: Broken-Hearted Butch
“That’s what you wish you could tell her when you’re staring at your shoes or finishing that drink or pretending there’s nothing else to say.”
It’s Your Gun Culture: The Autostraddle Roundtable
On growing up with (or without) guns.
Butch Please: Sticks and Stones
“So what do you do in bed, then?” they always ask, but what they mean is “I think I already know what you do in bed because you’re a butch who likes femmes, so I’ve made assumptions on your behalf.”
A Prairie Homo Companion: Snow is a Gender-Neutral Pronoun
I started feeling cold around the time I started feeling self-conscious.
Butch Please: Butch Works It
“I continued to make intense eye contact with my interviewer, concentrating to the point of not blinking. To her credit, she did sometimes look down, but it was usually to take in my tie, skipping my face altogether.”
Prairie Homo Companion: Conversations On Coming Home
“Me too,” I could so easily say to the teenagers on that Edmonton LRT train: “Me too.” I had also wanted to leave, and I did; but then I came home.
Butch Please: Butch Gets Emotional
“I get angry at myself for having feelings this big to begin with, and then I wrestle for a few hours with the unique mixture of self-loathing, rage, and sobbing.”
I Hate Black Friday: This Queer Is Staying Home
The exploitation of love, anxiety and poverty are the driving force behind another made up moneymaking holiday. ‘Merica!
The Secret Diary of a Turkey-Fister
“As it turned out, stuffing turkeys on the graveyard shift was a bonding experience that could not be transcended.”
In “Human Sexuality” Class, We Took Academic Honesty To A Whole New Level
On our first day, the Professor stepped onto the floor of the auditorium and said, “Raise your hand if you had sex last night!”
Butch Please: Butch Buys A Drink
“If I wear my heart on my sleeve – and I do these days, much to the shock and dismay of a butch gone prematurely tender – then the sleeve itself is my masculinity.”
Sister, Sister: Creating Queer Spaces In Greek Life
Perhaps you picture fraternities and sororities like Animal House or the House Bunny, but here’s a life lesson: life and movies often do not resemble one another.
The Ones We Left Behind: On Being An Ally To Small Town Queers
“If you’re reading this and are currently in love with a tiny place that hasn’t loved you back yet, I want you to know that this is okay.”