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.
I was so lucky to grow up in Ann Arbor, but now I’m afraid I’ll never leave.
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.
“Things seemed so big out there and we were just waiting for life to begin properly. I felt electric with anticipation.”
A story of an almost implausibly perfect Christmas with extended family who hadn’t seen me since I transitioned.
“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.”
“Did I mention that I saw Kylie, the Queen of the Gays, perform as a child? What chance did I have?”
“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.”
“While this freedom isn’t quite as sweet and lush (nor is it as free as I imagined), I don’t mind paying for my independence. For, me it’s still worth it.”
“When I was a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle for Halloween, she was a princess.”
“It is possible to protest misogyny with my legs spread wide open and I am going to just that.”
“A conversation I had in line at the post office about sex toys, which were in the opened-by-customs package I was picking up, and the reaction of the nice lady who handed it/them to me.”
The eyes are all asking are you in, or are you out?
“I was watching The L Word first season and thinking about how my heart is dead.”
The taco truck isn’t f*cking around. What do you want? A taco? The people working in the taco truck want you to have that taco. (Eight Honest Things About New York City according to someone who was there for like, three weeks.)
In a special guest edition of the College Lesbianage, Katrina will offer advice on how to make it through winter break with the family. Except that she doesn’t really have a pantsless leg to stand on, is writing from an undisclosed location, and has no idea what she’s talking about.
The Philippines is widely regarded as Asia’s most gay-friendly country. So why are its lesbians forced to marry men, submerge desire and stay in the closet?