Vermont has the weed, you have Hayley Kiyoko, Instagram, #MeToo, Rosie the Riveter, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, queer pop’s last taboo, and so much more!
Are you the hip AF parents of a small human? Do you aspire to the be the quirky aunt (or auncle) who always brings cool feminist gifts? Let’s shop for the babiiiiieeeees!
“And then she told us there was another child — a baby — at a nearby hospital. Were we interested? We said yes even though we had a thousand questions and just as many concerns (why was he in the hospital? Where were his birth parents? Who was holding him when he cried?). That baby turned out to be our son.”
A list of stores that are amazing resources for dressing a gender neutral child.
I am not white, and I don’t particularly want white kids. I definitely do not want to pay for white sperm.
Carrie Fisher, unisex swimsuits, pollution and breast cancer, lots of courts have determined things about us recently, questions from a lesbian high school student, and so much more!
Daniela Vargas was released, South Dakota’s governor and other white men are pffffft, more cannibalism, Margaret Atwood has some thoughts, no such thing as a perfect protest, lesbian couple says yes to the dress, and so much more!
Hello! I’m super excited to see your face today because I’m home with Baby T. Rex and don’t remember what it’s like to socialize with a grown-up human. Come chill on the sofa with me and tell me what’s up in the world outside my living room!
Welcome to the world, Remi!
Our Leo/Virgo cusp baby is definitely moving into Virgo territory.
It’s time and we’re ready-ish. Plus queer-friendly baby books, infant NFL jerseys, nightshade free living, and pregnancy acupuncture!
I asked Waffle to curate a gallery of favorites from our very expansive dino-themed baby wardrobe. I didn’t have to ask twice.
Extreme itchy scratchies, body-positive parenting, fat pregnant femme feelings, nesting, dill pickles, Korean pancakes and more as I fly past the eight-month mark.
I started the 31st week of my pregnancy crying over the kitchen sink as I crammed my gestational diabetes breakfast into my mouth. It wasn’t the pregnancy hormones this time. It was the overwhelming grief and the sudden realization of what it means to be a parent.
Being an adoptee has made being pregnant all that much more strange and interesting.
“I’m going to be a single, poor, gay, mom, and it’s going to be fine. It’s going to be amazing. I mean sure, I might date sometimes, but I don’t need a partner. Partners just get in the way. And what are the odds that I would meet a woman I would want to be with who would also want to have children with me? I can’t even picture it!”
“Sometimes I turn to Waffle and randomly exclaim, ‘This is happening!’ I should probably stop doing that as we get closer to, like, the possibility of me going into actual labor.”
There is no chance I’m going to evade the Cult of Mommy-ness. My undercut can’t save me.
The care and keeping of lost baby birds, restaurant regulars, education spending in the US, Obama wasn’t joking, tampon tax, women in academia, I propose a Kissing Jessica Stein Addendum, viral trans bathroom selfies, that Michelle Tea piece, talking cats and so so much more!
I’m not a crier. I really resist the idea that hormones affect me, but pregnancy hormones affect me. OMG.