There is a surprise coming out story somewhere in the middle of this post. See if you can find it. Happy Friday! xoxoxo

Build a wall of comment awards between us in our bed.

Omg you are all so funny and smart and your hair is shiny, have an award or 10.

I’m talking about stories where the trans character’s transness isn’t the focus — where they’re allowed to be the worst behaved one or simply hot and getting laid or just really fucking good at their job.

John McCain sucks. Let’s draw pictures on his face. Lady Gaga 2012. Dykes. ON CARDSTOCK! Happy birthday Riese.

“I want you to know that three different people in my life sent me this video the day it dropped. I have not been the same since.”

This excerpt tells you that the author of this post wrote it entirely with one hand in a bowl of popcorn, would like to give awards to almost everyone but is slightly crazy and overworked like everyone else on this site/planet, and wishes we could all just get along.

Bedroom Besties saw a gap in sex toy marketing. “We realized we could fill that hole — pun fully intended.”

I made these awards for you with my fingertips. Actually you guys are the funny ones, so I guess you made your own awards.

Emily Choo takes over the comment awards like Google takes over your life. Except Google doesn’t give you an award that makes you feel all shiny and gay inside. (or maybe that’s next?)

More comment awards full of love and hilarity. And dirty, dirty bisexuals.

Comment award time! Get ready to laugh and cry at this week’s funny business and stories about sex ed.

Cue the jaunty lesbian speed-walking music!

This all started because I have been shopping for nipple pasties.

No one had ever made me feel small before, but Alice was six-two and could lift me like I was a potted plant.

That time of the week. So much better than that time of the month.

Che says asking for what you want is a turn-on, and, well, MIRANDA DIDN’T KNOW THAT OKAY.

Not to be confused with the French version: the week of a penis. No one here wants that week.

I still love service, but strapping for the first time expanded my very definition of the word.

Tomorrow’s #NetflixWalkout, how literary gatekeepers can advocate for Black trans women, your weekly JoJo Siwa on DWTS, and the newest Ken Doll is wearing a seashell chest harness. Yes. I said that.