“When the Moon Was Ours not only touches on qpoc life and gender roles and social constructs, but it beautifully and brutally explores what it means to be a queer teen of color in a world constantly rejecting and defining who you should be.”
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I chatted with Lyn this week about the book, youth activism, and intergenerational activism. She had a lot of amazing things to say, spoiler alert.
“Girard’s writing is special in the way it speaks the language of our lived experience of moving through and within gender — inching, painfully slow, changeable, delightful, sexy, and made manifest in a thousand tiny ways, often between people and between words, unspoken.”
Finish out your summer with some queer engineer approved picks.
Just like life itself, and especially childhood, “The Greatest of Marlys” is a complete roller coaster of emotions and experiences that takes you all over the place in unexpected ways.
Three twenty-something friends living in New York City accidentally acquire a mysterious liquid substance called Pretty, that, when imbibed, turns the drinker into a physically augmented version of themselves. Shenanigans ensue.
Lab Girl by Hope Jahren is one of the most exquisite pieces of science writing I’ve ever read. As a researcher and professor of geobiology for the past 20 years, Jahren has earned accolades for her work. Here, she shares her passion.
“There are many American readers for whom The Price of Salt would still be a revolutionary, shocking, immoral novel, the kinds of readers who have never, to their knowledge, met a lesbian or bisexual or pansexual woman before and who imagine us all as monstrous caricatures.”
“The Gutsy Girl” is part memoir, part instruction manual, part unbelievable true adventure tale. It’s also a New York Times bestseller, which gives a hint about how ready we all are for a no-holds-barred hurrah for bravery now that we’ve integrated the term “impostor syndrome” into our mental catalogue of what’s holding us back.
Warland, and Oscar of Between, is refreshingly unconcerned with being there already. Instead, she deep-dives into the potency of occupying transitional spaces, the beauty of being in-between.
Don’t label me — I’m
a non-het identified
poly pagan witch.
“I finally felt that I was being led by someone as deliciously ill-equipped at being in this world as I am. And by the time it was over I thought the book was masterfully human, cerebral but self-aware, wistful, curious, judgmental, forgiving, repentant and broken.”
Mary Meriam doesn’t flinch at female eroticism, at emotional turmoil, at social upheaval, at the truth of human cruelty. She also doesn’t flinch at rhyme, rhythm, formal constraint, or ancient forms of poetry and language.
In Sigal Samuel’s The Mystics of Mile End, three members of the Meyer family encounter Jewish mysticism, and are drawn apart in their very different quests for the divine.
Through rule-breaking, more than one unauthorized hot air balloon flight, and a lot of other creative and brave attempts at escape, (RE)Sisters reveals truths about what we know, but may not always be able to say: that we are itching to break free of the implicit and explicit confines the white supremacist, patriarchal, heterosexist, cissexist, ableist, imperialist world puts on us.
“Every love story is between men who love men, or women who love women, or men and women who love both men and women. The sex is good fun, but the romance is deliriously well-written. Such aching and longing and pining and promises (amid cups and cups of chocolate!).”
“Dryland,” by Sara Jaffe, is a quiet coming of age tale clad in flannel on the outside; on the inside, it’s draped in gorgeous prose.
“I Must Be Living Twice” is a strong place to first get acquainted with every aspect of Eileen Myles’ work, but it’s also a deeper look into her story for those of us who have been attempting to follow it all along.
Luna opened a door for me — no, it opened a thousand doors, doors that I’ve been confidently walking through ever since I came out.