The Out2Enroll Campaign Wants To Help You Get Awesome Health Coverage
As the countdown to the Affordable Care Act continues, 1/3 of LGBT Americans are uninsured! This campaign wants to change that.
As the countdown to the Affordable Care Act continues, 1/3 of LGBT Americans are uninsured! This campaign wants to change that.
Let’s make bulkas together in anticipation of breaking the Yom Kippur fast on Saturday evening. This recipe includes a photo of Vanessa as a small child, a short instructional video, and an until-now top secret family recipe. L’chaim!
Now that back to school sales are in full swing, it’s hard to look through clothing catalogs without becoming irate. Here are some retailers that don’t think your kids are damsels in distress.
L’shanah tovah to all the Jewish queers out there! This is the perfect honey cake to make to celebrate a sweet new year (and actually it’s delicious all year round, too).
“So what makes you qualified to work for me? No offense, but you don’t look like someone who will cry if she can’t get her hands on the latest Gucci purse.”
“As a lesbian mom, it was especially hard to fight the urge to do the “right” thing, however slippery a concept that was, because I was representing a community, not just myself, I thought.”
A man decided it was time for a “women’s publication that puts world news and politics alongside beauty tips.” He got $6.5 million to make it happen. When the women who work in women’s media found out, everyone’s head exploded.
Or as he says, “…for the individual labeled a “babe” to become a sex object requires that person’s participation.”
For those days when your uterus is like “REMEMBER ME?” and you have zero tampons in your purse and your Midol bottle is empty and there is no ice cream in the freezer and SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL.
“For these campers, I was their Joan of Arc. It’s like, I’m Joan, and their vag is the ark.”
Or don’t. Armpits4August doesn’t mind whether you preen your pits or not, as long as you’re willing to talk about it and PCOS.
“It was the last day of my last semester of my first year of college, and I was crying because I’d failed. I wasn’t going to continue in the interpreting degree.”
“At Wellesley, I was never homesick. Not even in the dead of winter, when Boston was buried in snow and Phoenix was at its most palatable, did I miss home.”
You’ll grow to love the glow of the city when it’s sunny outside and also its poetic gloom on rainy days; you’ll learn that the outdoor tables, no matter how gritty, are the most privileged spots at bars and restaurants; you’ll be surprised with how culturally diverse this city is; and you’ll become addicted to the unstoppable activities day and night.
It’s the whole experience that makes it so beautiful: driving through the hills to get to the trail, trekking through the woods with your friends and slowly hearing the sound of the waters as you get closer.
Halifax is a historic city with the Celtic charm expected of Nova Scotia, overflowing with arts, culture, music and bars, so many bars. As it’s the biggest city in the Maritimes region of Canada, lots of queers from across Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and PEI make the pilgrimage to our seaside city.
“Social equality for all people, regardless of size, must become a goal of the queer movement.”
I now realize that Chinese is, for lack of a better metaphor, like a crazy ex-girlfriend. She seemed nice and inviting at first but then I realized she’s hard to deal with.
It might be June, but Kate’s still in school – in England! She’s spending her rainy summer days memorizing Shakespeare and sorting through ancient books.
Buenos Aires’ dark streets glistened with youth and possibility, and most of our nights revolved around an easy camaraderie between travelers.