Experiments In Sobriety or “This Is When I Admit That I Have A Drinking Problem”
“It’s like I’ve got an internal switch that flips and not everyone has it, and if you don’t it’s almost impossible to explain.”
A Poem: A Guide To Words
“It’s like diet-cunt, because cunt is the Queen Bitch.”
I Was A Baby Queer at Bible Camp
“The summer after I turned thirteen, I decided that exactly two things needed to happen in order for my life to matter: I needed Rosie Collins to like me, and I needed my parents to send me to Bible Camp.”
Rock n’ Roll Camp for Girls: Role Models, Riot Grrrls and Revolutions
“I wanted this camp to turn me into a rock star.”
A Poem: kiss, kiss, bang, bang
This is a poem about kissing.
Five Small Contributions: On Being A Queer Person of Color
We wanted to sit down and share stories with you around this virtual campfire to somehow express one little piece of what it means to be queer and a person of color in this crazy, crazy world.
On Camp: Confessions Of A Very Unhappy Camper
Activities include eating mystery meat, re-enacting the holocaust, performing 15-minute Shakespeare adaptations on a cart, writing in my diary, and crying. Mostly crying.
On Camp: Girl Scout Camp – Freedom, Feminism and Hobo Pies
“My awkwardness should have followed me along to Girl Scout camp, but somehow I managed to shed most of it in the 40 miles between the city and that patch of unremarkable forest.”
On Camp: Being Queer Wasn’t a Big Deal, My Privilege Was
“I don’t remember the names of most of the people I met that week. Except for his: Tuck.”
On Camp: I Hold Camp In My Heart
“I would’ve cried if someone hadn’t started singing, and then someone else joined in.”
Here/Queer: Two Years as a Lesbian Expat in South Korea
“Within the violence of invisibility there was also a sense of liberation and expansiveness, like we could just make everything up as we go along.”
Queer Harlem: From LGBT Icons of the Harlem Renaissance to Invisible Me
Even when someone doesn’t know the range of the artistic revolution that was the Harlem Renaissance, they know the name. They know writers like Claude Mckay or singers like Ethel Waters but they may not know them as Queer Black Americans. Why is this?
Going Mad in New York City
“I feel like yelling at people,” she told me. I didn’t really grasp then that she meant that. This was the very first time. This was the day after Easter.
Here/Queer: Ann Arbor, My Bubble and Native Land
I was so lucky to grow up in Ann Arbor, but now I’m afraid I’ll never leave.
How To Leave Your Husband (Because You’re a Lesbian)
Once upon a time I married a man, had kids, and realized I was a lesbian. Here’s what happened and what I wish somebody had told me at the time.
Everything Happens Elsewhere: Northern Ireland in the Nineties
“Things seemed so big out there and we were just waiting for life to begin properly. I felt electric with anticipation.”
My First Christmas As A Man In Kansas
A story of an almost implausibly perfect Christmas with extended family who hadn’t seen me since I transitioned.
Texas Is Not the Only State: Confessions of a Lesbian Exile in New York
“I kept MapQuest directions to Albuquerque in the glove compartment of my car, just in case I needed to run away. When I graduated, I moved to upstate New York for college.”
My Life In Concerts, Or How I Realised I Loved Women With Guitars
“Did I mention that I saw Kylie, the Queen of the Gays, perform as a child? What chance did I have?”
60 Days in China: Where Everywhere Else Seemed Upside Down
“China is beautiful because it’s not like anything you’ve ever known before. There is nothing that reminds you of home, and when you get home, everything will remind you of China.”