“There is no better feeling than knowing you can’t do something, just knowing it to the core, and then surprising yourself because you can.”
Meet Miss September!
In the rural South, the word “tomboy” is basically a euphemism for “She’s genderqueer, and she may or may not grow out of it. Hell if we know.”
What can we reasonably expect from our relatives when it comes to voting?
Sneakers are the universal sign for “I got this.”
“It’s like I’ve got an internal switch that flips and not everyone has it, and if you don’t it’s almost impossible to explain.”
We wanted to sit down and share stories with you around this virtual campfire to somehow express one little piece of what it means to be queer and a person of color in this crazy, crazy world.
Activities include eating mystery meat, re-enacting the holocaust, performing 15-minute Shakespeare adaptations on a cart, writing in my diary, and crying. Mostly crying.
Asian stereotypes are everywhere. Let’s talk about them, yell about them and do something about them.
“I am addicted to any television show, movie franchise or book series that features a gun-toting badge flashing power suit-wearing female crime-fighter who hunts down baddies for a living.”
As if you need an excuse to wear cargo pants.
Let’s get real deep right now into some hard-core musical theater appreciation.
On a typical Friday night you are: “Finding a place to put all these dead bodies.”
The one where nearly every single member of the Team discusses some of the best (Golden Girls) and most questionable (Grey’s Anatomy) TV shows out on DVD.
Don’t you want some chapstick to go with those socks?
Remember that time that post took forever and then we made that other post that was really awesome and you were like whatever. Yeah well WHATEVER