Results for: be the change
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The System Operates As Designed
Burnout is not simple tiredness. It is malaise and unexplained pain. It is a theft of spirit and the creative body.
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Wild Cravings: Memory Soup
For over two years, I’ve been searching for soup. A specific soup. A watercress soup I ate maybe a handful of times spread out over a handful of weeks in the spring of 2015.
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The Birth and Death of a Name
This is the story of the birth and death of my name, which means that it is a story about transition, which means that it is necessarily a story about the border between two places and the force with which one rends it.
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At Diners, You Don’t Have To Grow Up
Diners are places of unreality where I can get my food and not worry about being stared at or made fun of.
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The Place for Smiles
Back in those days, I thought drinking was the most interesting thing about me.
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The Trans Body as a Work of Art
Burlesque is my loving manifestation of what all my ancestors deserved—not simply tolerance, but unbridled celebration.
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Dispatches From My First Few Weeks in Florida
Everyone keeps telling me the correct way to outrun an alligator, but I keep forgetting. Also, everything about Disney World sounds made up.
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Welcome To The Dinner Party
I’m hungry to throw a dinner party. For now, there’s this. DINNER PARTY—a series of micro essays on food.
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I Have To Choose Between Being Disabled and Queer
In queer spaces, I cannot be disabled. In disability spaces, people ask if my spouse is my sister. I hope that someday I don’t have to choose.
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Making Accessibility Part of My Home
Because the thing is, of course, that my feelings about all the accessibility stuff aren’t really about the stuff at all; my feelings are about the disabilities themselves.
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Goodbye to My Gallbladder
Happy Gallbladder Day on Autostraddle dot com! I’m glad you’re here and I’m glad my gallbladder is not.
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I Used Instagram Mantras As Therapy — And It Worked
They served as daily messages your best friend should tell you when you’re hurting — and in desperate need of a silver lining.
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Ranking The National Songs by How Much I’ve Cried to Them
Trying to get sober was like pulling teeth.
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In Remembrance of My Queer Nigerian Christmas
That Christmas with queer family reminded me that multiple possibilities exist even in the darkest of places.
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What a Long Strange Year It’s Been: A One-Year Quarantine Reflection Roundtable
We were hoping not to have occasion to revisit this conversation as a one-year anniversary, but we do, so here we are, exploring the question: What do you feel like you’ve taken away from this past year of pandemic life?
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Say When
In the five years since I ended that relationship I’ve reflected on how I got into it, why I stayed, and my own part in the failure of it.
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This Diner Is Where My Relationships Begin — And End
My recent breakup the first week of June wasn’t one I wanted or expected, but it was one I had to initiate anyway.
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Forgiving Myself as the One and Only New Year’s Resolution
I’m letting the dust of others’ expectations begin to settle, leaving room to see that I am not to blame for the hurt and harm I’ve dealt with. This year, I’m not making a list. Instead, I’m focusing on forgiving myself for ever thinking anything different.
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Burgers, Bodies, and Off-Menu Bisexual Swagger
This is about a high school job.
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Count on Something Sweet
We no longer needed practical. We wanted goodness, even if it was fleeting. We wanted saccharine, even if it left us yearning. We wanted Cosmic Brownies.