Results for: love is a lie
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The Fugly Dyke Chronicles: How Getting Trolled About My Insecurities Is The Best Thing That Ever Happened to My Self-Esteem
“I didn’t even tell her when the notes started getting specific. Someone calling out my “crossed eyes” in a Tumblr ask. My “pocked skin” in an email. My “hillbilly teeth” on Twitter.”
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Being Lesbian While Black & How Five African Women Saved My Life
There’s just something about feeling inauthentic, impossible and insignificant that really makes life a burden, and that’s where I was for years. I was sick of living and wavered between a fear of and desire for death. I’m better these years; so far so good. I’m still here, I’m Rwandese, I’m queer and these are my mentors.
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Because If I Was Honest, Everything I Knew Would Explode
“That instinct, to lie or protect the men who abuse us, is hard to explain. It comes from being afraid of the person who is abusing you, of course, but also afraid for the changes that honesty will force. We don’t want to endanger the men who hurt us, because we love them and we don’t think we can live without them… If anything, my identification as a feminist made the idea of disclosing the abuse even more difficult, because I thought it was something I was letting happen to me and it embarrassed me.”
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24 Incredible Personal Essays We Published In 2014
We told some really incredible stories this year and you won’t want to miss a thing.
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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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The Ersatz Emancipation of Femininity: On Being a Bulimic, Brown Lesbian
“When I was thirteen years old I began starving myself. I did so, in short, because I wanted so desperately to be thin. And by thin, I mainly meant white.”
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Beyond Definition: On Queer Black Love and My Kaleidoscope Identity
“My queerness was exactly the durable and malleable fabric that brought me here to this love. I am so grateful to finally have this powerful Black revolutionary in my life, I am thrilled about the quickly manifesting potential of our combined energy that nurtures creativity both for ourselves, our kin and our community.”
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Lessons Learned From Menstruation Pop Quizzes While Being Intersex
“That being said, I’d like to live in a world someday where people don’t automatically assume my body looks and functions a certain way, that makes room for people like me and my experiences.”
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That Time I Got Paid $50 To Make Out With My Girlfriend For A Protest Video
“After three hours of waiting, the director sits us on the couch amongst three or four other couples. We stare deeply into the camera. I hype myself up. Look into the camera like it is a lover, NO, a hamburger! Look at the camera like it is a hamburger.”
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Dear Queer Diary: To Burn Or Not To Burn?
What say you, my dear queer diarists? Are your journals destined to go up in flames? Or are you already planning the exhibition on your journal-writing career?
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Before You Know It Something’s Over
“He didn’t feel any pain. He died instantly.” That was how she told me that my father was dead. I was 14.
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This Is Because I’m A Woman: How Sexual Harassment Invaded My Life (And Some Ways to Respond To It)
“I once had a life where I could go blocks, miles, months without a stranger standing in my way, saying, ‘Hey girl, where you goin’ in such a hurry?’ I want to take my personal space bubble to the shop and have it re-inflated to its original size, but that chapter of my life seems to be done.”
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The Second to Last Woman I Loved
“The truth is always messy. I told myself I could be gay and I wouldn’t ever be hurt again. I needed to never be hurt again.”
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Everything Hurts All The Time
“I hated my body and punished it, and it hated me and punished me back. Is that what happened? That’s the thing about getting sick the way I got sick: nailing it down.”
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Trust No One (Or, Everything I Know About Love I Learned From The X-Files)
“I did not intend to have any experiences outside the range of what I had previously proven to myself I was comfortable with or could understand. Scully and I both convinced ourselves that this was possible, that it had ever been a possibility.”
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I Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye So I Wrote You This Instead
This is an essay about leaving everything behind, and I don’t know where to start because part of what that means is that I am leaving you.
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Fat-Booty Butch Wears Leggings — Confuses World, Confronts Self
“Form-fitting feels different than tailored and my form is something I’m super protective of — so why the fuck did I decide to wear leggings today?”
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Intense Lesbian Fanfiction Part Two: Courtney’s In a Coma
“Of course I’ve heard of Smith! Are you fucking kidding me? Every lesbian has heard of Smith. It’s fucking Lesbian Hogwarts. God. They’re all there, with their hair always on point, studying sociology, and the leaves are yellow and filtering sunlight through them because it’s always autumn there because autumn is beautiful and the whole continent has conspired to make that place beautiful and lovely and gay. Gay as fuck.”
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I’m Not Broke As F*ck Anymore, Does This Mean I Made It
“It’s like you’re so good at your weird, low-cost lifestyle, but you know nothing about the real world.”
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Recruiting All Homos: One Small Step for Boxer Briefs, One Giant Leap for Butch Kind
“I start unbuttoning my shirt, but can’t really decide on a way to make getting undressed in this space any less uncomfortable, so I just drop my pants.”