Our Hands, Ourselves: A Deeply Unscientific Investigation of Identity
“I can never remember which finger is supposed to make me gay. I guess this is part of the whole indecisive bisexual thing.”
“I can never remember which finger is supposed to make me gay. I guess this is part of the whole indecisive bisexual thing.”
Black queer women are magical. We’re innovators of style, technology, science, art, music, and all other sorts of badassery. This year for Black History Month, we’ve included another 50 Black trans and queer women that you absolutely must know about.
“Who’s that hüftenwackler talking to Carol?”
“Oh, that’s Therese.”
As much as I read about ‘Latinxs,’ I couldn’t fully grasp how to explain its usage to others or the importance of it, until this response piece from the news site, Latino Rebels.
As folks flock to department store sales and many more to parades honoring the man, the legend, and symbol of settler colonialism, Indigenous people from across Turtle Island come together to commemorate Native cultures. Like most days throughout the year, today we dance, sing, eat, laugh, and Indigenize social media together. Today, however, we do so with a special purpose: to reclaim and redefine a holiday intended to celebrate the genocide and forced assimilation of Native peoples.
In commemoration of Indigenous People’s Day, here are 12 Native American and First Nation queer, two-spirit, lesbian, agender and otherwise relevant-to-your-interests humans way more worthy of a holiday than Christopher Columbus.
So your white gf used a grossly inaccurate stereotype about your entire ethnicity/race to make a point? COOL. Let’s talk about it.
“I’m so tired of our stories being saturated in death and martyrdom. What’s lacking in the way our stories are told by the media is our joy. This is an entire show where we’re sharing laughter. That’s heart medicine.”
What does it mean to be a queer adult? We’ve got mini-essays from our writers over thirty and three glorious infographics that look at census data and our own Autostraddle Grown-Ups Survey Data to get a grip on what happens next.
A rich LGBT watering hole history, the last lesbian bar’s betrayal, and thoughts on the current landscape of queer women’s parties and spaces — a dramatic tale of Portland, Oregon bar culture.
Mary and Frances reveal the secrets of the diary-writing universe.
She sings opera, bakes cookies, and owns more than half a dozen journals. What more could we ask for?
So, what’s up with upholstered vests?
Abbie has a collection of uni-ball roller pens and the coolest bangs south of the Mason-Dixon Line.
Introducing Tango, a shining star in the galaxy of Straddler-Journalers!
Where would you go on your queer pilgrimage?
Mey! Aja! Bevin! We love you so much, you fierce femmes!
If I show you mine, would you show me yours?
“It was lasagna night, and as the kitchen got ready to serve dinner, kids checked Facebook at the cyber center, watched cartoon shows with headphones on, and fooled around at the pool table. The things that differentiated this gathering from a high school cafeteria were small: the thin kid wearing a parka inside who came up, bashful, for a full plate of food three times; the kids who wrapped up food in tin foil or took it away with them in to-go containers.”
The question of homophobia in historically Black churches is way more nuanced than conversations about Christianity and queerness often take into account. If the Black church and LGBTQ movements joined forces, they would be a force to reckon with.