“When I was 20, I fell in love with my best friend.”
“Many presume they are entitled to the intimate quirks, details, and sorted history of my body…”
Hard times or not, there’s no cuter thing to be than queer.
It’s been one of those days where everyone seems to stare.
“I won’t bother to save face and pretend I’ve been fine.”
George. The light that never goes out.
“That’s the thing about love: It’s a risk even Beyonce isn’t immune to.”
“We have long-term goals, and short-term goals. But often most importantly, we have obtainable goals.”
“When I was 27 I met my favorite person on earth.”
“One of the most rewarding/amazing jobs I ever had was working with LGBTA-identified elders.”
In the event of disability during air travel…
March on, Lady Warriors! And if you can’t, don’t worry. You’re valid and I see you.
Something people rarely tell you when you have a forever illness or a disability is that sometimes getting better doesn’t always feeeeel better.
“Not your president, huh?”
Homo/transphobic society asks the same overdramatic question as ableist society.
If you’re wondering if it’s intimidating to meet a family comprised entirely of power pant-suited lesbian moms, the answer is … yes. But it’s also awesome.
Eff Trump, amirite? Here’s a story that has nothing to do with him! Yay!
“Weeks after my 18th birthday, life as I knew it would change. I was rushed to the trauma unit, unable to move my body from the neck down.”
It. Was. The. Apocalypse.