“One of the most rewarding/amazing jobs I ever had was working with LGBTA-identified elders.”
Happy (Belated) Valentine’s Day!
“You keep using a weird combination of words. ‘Post’ and ‘racial’ implies that race is no longer an issue.”
“To be honest, this is my first protest.”
In the event of disability during air travel…
I’ve been very gentle the last few years about people adjusting to my name change.
“Do you have one that says fascism?”
“Dear Autostraddle family…” (painted with leftover paint from protest signs and love)
March on, Lady Warriors! And if you can’t, don’t worry. You’re valid and I see you.
Sex work is a human rights issue.
Welp. It was fun while it lasted.
“HAPPY APOCALYPSE PARTY!”
Something people rarely tell you when you have a forever illness or a disability is that sometimes getting better doesn’t always feeeeel better.
On 2017 resolutions and coping mechanisms.
How about a new president-elect? How about a whole new world on another planet entirely?
A list of things I want for 2017.
“Not your president, huh?”
Let’s play similarities!
Imagine sitting your half-Black, half-Mexican child down to explain why you expect an old white guy to break into your house once a year.
“Did Andy tell you yet?”