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Pregnant Beginnings. Literally.
Ah, pregnant beginnings. Literally and figuratively. The first trimester of this rainbow pregnancy (yes, that’s actually the term for a pregnancy after a loss). Is it possible to grieve and hope simultaneously?
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Wild Child West: (Not) Going Home
I went to New Jersey and back, and I had a million billion emotions.
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This Is A Dead Mom Essay
“Not being an asshole” to myself meant admitting that my mom’s death and her illness permeate every single part of my being, and always will.
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My Pregnancy Was Perfect, and I Lost My Baby Anyway
Sometimes, even the best laid plans are, well, decimated. Even a type-A mega control freak like me couldn’t control my own body when I was pregnant — and I certainly couldn’t control what happened to my son after his premature birth.
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Sober in the City: A Feminist Walks into AA
“If a group I was attending was still printing, distributing, and teaching from a book that was blatantly racist or homophobic, I would get up and leave and/or advocate for change. I do not give special passes for misogyny and sexism, especially in my sobriety, because my self-worth is so integral to my complete recovery.”
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Makin’ Babies: Getting Pregnant On a Whim
“If we think too hard, we’ll never do it,” Kellie said. She was right. A cost-benefit analysis would yield no practical reason to grow our family. The only reason to make a new baby was that we felt like it, and we could.
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Salsa y La Naturaleza: How a Willie Colón Song Taught Me About Queerness and Love
“If Simón was a girl, then I was a dyke and if my father let the song play, then maybe I could sing to him and we’d finally be able to speak to each other.”
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Jewish Christmases I Have Known
What do you do when the world gives you a mandatory day off, when nothing is open except Chinese restaurants and movie theatres?
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Seeking Queer Theology And Perfect Love That Casts Out Fear
If we don’t abundantly love each other, we can’t have an abundant relationship with God. I must embrace an interpretation of my faith that requires unconditional love for queer people because any less would be to deny my own humanity and that of my community.
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50 Shades of Non-Consent: Editing BDSM Erotica as a Queer Top
“The path of least resistance is to write off 50 Shades of Grey as harmless fluff, but frankly, after editing over one hundred novels full of distortions and abuse, I don’t think I could respect myself if I did so.”
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Noreen’s Got A Big Fat Lesbian Crush On Marcia Brady
How the Pathetic Lesbian trope managed to scare me straight while making me laugh.
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Sober in the City: An Atheist Walks into AA
“The fellowship said I was thinking too hard about it, that I was stubborn, and that I was not willing to admit that there were forces bigger than me. What they didn’t get was that I did believe there were forces beyond my control, powers bigger than me. Let’s just take gravity as one of many examples. I just don’t believe that praying to gravity or the radiator or the ocean would cure me of my alcoholism.”
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Badass Blacksmiths: Women’s Work and Transgender Identity
People would look surprised and say, “But…you can’t be a girl. You’re a blacksmith!”
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Some Things Are Impossible: How A Rural Queer Lives With Depression
“Farm work was everything my depressive body was screaming against: sunlight, physical activity, and tiny symbols of the fragility of life all around that I couldn’t remember how to value.”
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Counting Down On Gamergate
I’ve played games all my life, and I stand with Zoe Quinn, Anita Sarkeesian and Brianna Wu. #StopGamerGate
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Bisexual Awareness Week: We See Each Other, And That’s Something
The first ever Bisexual Awareness Week created space to organize resources, initiate connections and speak about our experiences in a new way.
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Fumigation: A Love Story
“Delilah takes up mansion-sized space in your head. She bought property the first time you kiss in Adams Park.”
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Burials in the Mist of Dawn
“But unlike the missing 43 from Ayotzinapa, I was going home. And it’s what I store in my memory each time I read an article or update about the disappeared. I am home. They are not.”
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Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil: Or How I Divorced Jesus and Learned to Love Sex
“I didn’t know much about gardens, in general, but what I was working with seemed less like the married person’s vegetable patch the church described and more like a Narnian wonderland full of infinite magical possibility.”
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It Appears I Have Joined A Special Masturbation Society
“Almost immediately Linda is convulsing, and getting red in the face, and moaning in a way I’ve never heard a lady moan before. Little short bursts of air. She is making spirit fingers in the way I imagine they are meant to be done.”