Why I’m Craving a Thanksgiving Sandwich 364 Days a Year
It’s November 2016, and I’m lonely and missing my family a lot more than I expected. I say I can’t come home for Thanksgiving for a mix of reasons.
It’s November 2016, and I’m lonely and missing my family a lot more than I expected. I say I can’t come home for Thanksgiving for a mix of reasons.
Here’s about seven hours of songs to play behind conversations and to fill the comforting silence of breaking bread over a tofurkey, ham, or whatever you like to stuff your face with.
If you have a pocket of time between tasks tomorrow or are just having a chill, quiet day, dive into some brilliant stories.
There’s something so sexy about watching someone cook with confidence.
On October 1, 2020, I bought her an engagement ring.
What you’ll find here is not just people writing about the ins and outs of what makes Thanksgiving the bullshit holiday that it is, but also people just writing about their cultures, about being who they are, about how they survive, what makes them keep fighting, and what gives them hope for the future.
Dapper, transmasc queers thrive year-round, but in my opinion, we shine brightest in the winter.
As I write this, nearly 70,000 new cases were reported yesterday, and hospitalizations are increasing. Health officials have started to warn of a coming surge in the winter, just as we’ve seen the last two winters.
One of the ways to my heart is truly through my dog, and I bet you have someone in your life who’s the exact same way. Why not get them something for their furry friends this season?
I wouldn’t know.
Hi reader, it’s me. Your auntie who likes nice things.
If you’re going to buy cookbooks for your friends and family, why not buy them queer cookbooks and put money in the pockets of queer chefs?
The parents in our LGBTQ+ community deserve some rest and celebration.
Ah, the holidays. A time for failed gingerbread assembling attempts and corny Hallmark Christmas films. Also, NO SCHOOL!!!
If you have family you don’t want to associate with anymore, whatever your reasoning, this guide is for you.
A Spoonie is an affectionate name for a chronically ill person who has limited energy (spoons!) to use on any given day. It’s a rad community of resilient people whose physical, emotional, and cognitive struggles are mostly invisible to their friends, colleagues, and even family members.
Maybe you, like a lot of queer people, found your community online and don’t live near your friends.
If you’re looking for a gift that says, “Spank me, Daddy,” I’ve got you covered.
If the last few years have reiterated anything to us us, it’s that queer people are endlessly resourceful in their pursuit of staying connected with their community, and committed to keeping each other safe.
Happy Gay Christmas!