How The South Made Me A Queer Feminist
In the rural South, the word “tomboy” is basically a euphemism for “She’s genderqueer, and she may or may not grow out of it. Hell if we know.”
On Loving My Republican Brother Who Loves Me
What can we reasonably expect from our relatives when it comes to voting?
On Making Rape Jokes
“Since the nuances of personal responsibility seem to escape so many people, let’s go through it. Let’s figure out rape jokes.”
True Confessions of a Queer Lisa Frank Enthusiast
“I’m all about Lisa Frank right now because of what she means to my understanding of gender, sexuality, and the fluid nature of both.”
When Discrimination Is Up In The Air
On unchecked discrimination, privilege and ignorance. How do you begin to change a world that thinks it’s already changed?
Estranged: How I Fell In Love With A Girl And Lost My Family
“When they see you happy, they’ll accept it,” someone told me once. When there are tears about something unchangeable, people can only be optimistic. It’s the only thing that is left.
Carmen’s Concert Diary: Drake In DC
I have a lot of feelings about Drake. And now that I’ve seen him live, I have about a million more.
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.