For the final installment of Queer Crip Love Fest, we turn the cute up to 11.
I like to think my morning routine screams “I’M A WRITER” but it probably mostly just screams “I DON’T TAKE GOOD ENOUGH CARE OF MY BODY.”
Welcome to AM/PM, where Autostraddle team members share our morning and evening rituals. Let’s see how Carolyn starts her day!
“I think for many of us as disabled folk, we’ve come to terms with what we experience — but Nana’s experience of dementia is sort of different in that she doesn’t always know what’s happening or who and what she can trust. We can be empowered about disability at the same time as acknowledging that some of it really, seriously fucking hurts.”
“It’s interesting and refreshing to be in this time period where authors are resisting in their own way.”
On love and community after a breakup.
An A-Camp love story to help ease your comedown!
Here’s how a 23 year old polyam queer femme living in Long Beach, CA, in a long-term relationship does poly.
“I try and proudly practice calling my body home, to truly inhabit my body, to feel what it feels like to live inside these muscles that bend and curl, and to feel proud of it, and no longer ashamed. This is queer crip pride.”
How a single 31-year old pansexual non-monogamous Black woman living in Los Angeles is starting to explore poly.
“I feel affinity for parts of Asian communities, neuerodivergent communities, queer communities and kink communities. I don’t really feel completely invested in one place. It’s always been like that.”
I feel lighter than I’ve been in a year. I feel ecstatic with the possibilities. I feel giddy, like I’m falling in love.
“I have a relationship to myself first. If that relationship isn’t solid and healthy I’m not good with anyone.”
Vanessa is thru-hiking the Pacific Crest Trail this summer and she’s taking us with her! Follow along as she walks 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada.
I get it now. Hot toppy girls will like me just as I am or they won’t get to like me at all. I am good enough.
“Before becoming a parent, I looked at parenting through rose-colored glasses — with an able-bodied person’s perspective. It was drilled into my head by other people, well-meaning as they were, that I probably shouldn’t have children.”
Before any of my other sexuality identities, I was kinky.
Fitting into Los Angeles wasn’t going to happen for me. Or so I thought, until I stopped trying.
How a 23-year-old bisexual polyamorous nonbinary femme xicanx in two very loving relationships does poly.
It’s not that I don’t want to submit, it’s that submitting is so different from how I have to conduct my life that it takes effort to turn off that HBIC part of me so that I can relish letting go.