I couldn’t deal with the love-hate whiplash anymore. I may have been patient, but I had my limits.
Don’t be a frigid bitch, but don’t be so un-frigid that you murder your husband with sex.
It’s not gonna happen, buddy.
“When her body shook I was filled with a fullness that almost made me cry. For me, in that moment, Dan wasn’t even in the room.”
“It’s about breaking the rules just a little bit.”
“Making love and choosing to be with other queer women of color is an act of love and defiance.”
In its 5th year, dapperQ continued to throw the most inclusive New York Fashion Week runway event, and it was amazing.
“Boarding school teaches self-possession repeatedly and thoroughly, because it teaches you how to be in control when you’ve made every effort to be out of it.”
“She’s a tomboy,” your mother says, frustrated. “I’m sure she’ll grow out of it when she gets interested in boys.” “More dolls,” repeats Mrs. Morris. They plan to doll this little problem out of you.
Even now, almost a decade after The L Word’s final season, with LGBTQ+ representation at unprecedented heights, we still hold Jenny Schecter up as our ultimate villain. Her name is a curse, a swear, a shortcut for derision. She is a model of bad behavior.
In the pool hall, my sweetheart and a close friend tease me one night: “unimpressive,” “pure luck,” “you aren’t that good.” They were trying to get my ire up so that an hour later when I told them to stare into each other’s eyes as I fucked my sweetheart’s body, I would mean it with a snarky competitive vengeance, I would mean it with power and control, I would be pushed to take what I want.
“It seemed at the time to be exactly what life was about, and only just barely staying alive, curling up in corners of lonely, unclean rooms in shaking fits of sadness too raw to keep inside my head, screaming into my bent knees.”
“As soon as we met Tara and Tony, our lives morphed to make room for them. Instead of drinking Carol’s parents’ liquor on Friday nights, we went to their apartment in Hillcrest to smoke pot from a bong filled with Midori and play with Tara’s snake.”
“I never went into it planning to be a monster, and I think that actually always made it worse.”
“She asks me how it went, I say it went bad. I don’t say much more because she hates hearing about my family like they hate hearing about her. It goes better when I keep it to myself.”
“I wanted her to smile at me that way. I wanted her to say my name. This turned out to be easy.”
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“My armor was a smile, Santana’s was an insult. And bless her for it.”
Dementia used to be called madness, I was told.