Results for: be the change
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Empty Magic: Breakfast
I used to love breakfast. Toast with butter and strawberry jam. Cinnamon raisin bread with a smattering of cinnamon sugar. Scrambled eggs with cheese and sausage, pancakes with fresh fruit, and swirls of maple syrup.
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My Girlfriend Installed My Bidet While I Cheered Her On: A Love Story
After the powerful stream of water was done ricocheting off my asshole, I turned the bidet off and gave my girlfriend a standing ovation.
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Homoerotic Friendships, Mosquita Y Mari, and the Things We Never Said
My friendship with her actually ended twice.
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What Drag Has Taught Me
Every time I have gotten the opportunity to do mediocre drag as a beginner, I have had some of the most fun a person can have.
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Five Years Ago, Lesbian Visibility Day Was the Best Day of My Life
I presented my lesbianism to the cis world like a child showing her parents a new drawing.
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Caterpillar Soup: A Trans Girl Finds Her Style
Emme Lund writes about butterflies, fashion, and finding her own sense of style while she moves through her transition.
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I Beat My Girlfriend at Scrabble and We Never Played Again
Scrabble has always been an exciting way to show that my English degree might have meant something.
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Measuring My Queerness By Different Therapists I’ve Had
If I had a dollar for every therapist I’ve had, I’d probably have enough money to buy a relatively decent meal at a nearby bodega.
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My Anxiety Turns Life Into a Horror Movie
Most of my fears are around dying, maybe because I don’t understand it.
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Sad in a Prettier Place
A big reason for my move was the fact that I’m immune compromised. Instagram’s creepy algorithm delivered me an image, “moving won’t solve your problems, you’ll just be sad in a prettier place.”
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Three Songs for Three Heartbreaks
I was in love, then I wasn’t. One night, after a big fight. I got on my bike to make the short trek home and a song came to me.
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I’m Tired of Apologizing for My Intersex Trans Body
Within a binary understanding of sex, a binary understanding of gender, or a binary separation between sex and gender, I am impossible.
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Brand New Party Girl
I exist in a fresh, new, virginal body now, and I’ve started to uncover what that means for me.
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It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere
You can’t see the stars in the city I live in, so I would spend my nights out on my balcony, drinking, letting my eyesight go slack and drift into the black.
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We Need QTBIPOC Land Healing Projects
We have a responsibility to care for others. In land stewardship and land healing this means prioritizing accountability to Indigenous folks.
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Untethered: In Pittsburgh Everyone Knows Everyone and I’m Sure I Do Too
But face-blindess is a bitch.
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I’m a Psychologist Who Didn’t See My Own Divorce Coming
Psychologists can see potential in every patient who is seeking therapy. I can’t look at my marriage without seeing all the ways we could still fix it.
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When I Stopped Apologizing for My Fatness, I Started to Heal
I had to figure out what it meant to reconnect with a body I’d always been afraid of.
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Are All the Queer Moms Hanging Out Without Me?
As we start to shift the narrative about raw honesty online about motherhood, I wish that queer moms opened up more about how hard it is to create their inner circle.
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We Call It Time Travel
To love someone new is to agree to travel somewhere that doesn’t exist yet together.