Heather says: “I am a good communicator, I have a lot to offer a potential partner/wife and I would love to share my amazing life with someone equally amazing, kind and compassionate.”
Knowing better and doing better is a U-turn opening, and then there’s us smiling in our car, driving directly and proudly into the median.
My favorite Carly Rae Jepsen song is “Your Type” — maybe because it’s so easy to read a trans girl subtext into the lyrics.
“They were a union organizer and liked to throw themed parties (for example: Naked Brunch). One time I bought Gap jeans and they called me a capitalist pig dog. They were not wrong.”
It’s a race against the clock as the urge to merge has upgraded from cohabitation, a mixing of finances, and the dissolution of self to pet ownership! You and your partner leave for the adoption agency in one hour unless you can solve a series of puzzles that’ll free you from this prison of your own making!
Take a look at these five new super queer-friendly dating apps and download the one that most floats your boat.
“Smashing the patriarchy and organizing for a rape crisis center on our college campus while also taking a gender studies class. Also I was a data point in her thesis. It was about gender neutral housing.”
14 opening lines that will have you burning up Tinder (with queer pop culture references!).
Everything’s fine!
Maintaining the balance between “I like you and think you’re cool to hang with and sometimes bang” and “we’re dating” is tough, but these gifts will help you out.
There is safety in distance, a whole lot of it — distance lets us be different version of ourselves, or to reveal parts of ourselves we haven’t shown to the light before. It allows us to be bold, and take risks.
Ease the sting of distance with these mostly practical (but yes, some are sappy… DISTANCE IS HARD, y’all) gifts.
An homage to all the unique ways queer women have marked themselves and dog-whistled each other throughout the decades, the witch bitch switches and the techno hippie hyperdykes from the queer classifieds of the 80s, only this time it’ll be instant and without the anonymity.
Here’s how a 33-year-old queer, polyamorous, white, trans woman living in Chicago who’s married and has a long-term girlfriend does poly.
Do you have to go to your homophobic asshole cousin’s wedding? How do you tell your more-than-friends friend that you’ve slept with her ex? Is 22 too old to still be as pure and virginal as the driven snow? Get in here and find out!
“First comes Twitter, then comes Snapchat, then comes texting nudes to a complete and total stranger.” Patty-cake to that one, kiddos.
So you want to break up? Don’t be mean. Be honest.
“…there’s a value in extending the period of time in which the way you build a life together is directed only by what’s in your heart and guts and brain, not by leases and legal documents and bill payments and shared sofas.”
Be a Taurus. If that’s not your sign, figure out how for it to be your sign.
“I want to make out with my bestie. I love her dearly, but I don’t think I’m in love with her—I don’t want to be in a whole relationship thing with her or anything.”