Shower beer, a tiny letter I think you’ll like, this doula drama, tarot decks, do you want to see a bunch of queer kitchens?, identity politics amen, and so much more!
A post-election processing and planning podcast! You sent your questions and we’ve got some answers, and feelings.
Here’s to becoming 26 in the midst of my infamous #SummerOfSelfSabotage and feeling very great about it.
“He gave me “the benefit of the doubt” that traffic was indeed too rough to allow me, a braless 25-year-old nervously driving a station wagon, to shift over.”
I can’t say any of us were thrilled to sign up, but we knew what we had to do: we had to sign up for a dating app and prepare to meet a lot of ladies… for science.
IT’S TIME. Get in here.
How’s your Thanksgivukkah going so far? Did you light a menorah last night? Have you turned on Pieces of April yet?
Happy New Year’s Eve! We’ll be in here talking about our feelings and figuring out how to make the world/ourselves better. And ok, probably drinking.
Whether you’re full of egg nog or feelings, this is a place to share your delight and horror during this especially special time of year.
While everybody is deciding what they’re going to do in 2012, we tell some things / thoughts / feelings / behaviors of 2011 to go fuck themselves.
Merry Happy Festival of Things That People Either Believe In or Don’t! Let’s talk some shit out, yeah? a/s/l?
What secondary pixelated world will you be occupying to avoid your respective untold holiday horrors this year?
Sarah’s Team Pick: Some brilliant Canadian person figured out that queer and beer rhyme, and then they made a festival out of it. Damn.
There’s even a martini recipe!
Carlsberg knows that you, as a woman, can’t handle the masculine design of other beers, so they made a new beer for you. What kind of beer do you drink anyhow, lesbo?
The best Valentine I ever got was in the ninth grade and it was done in colored pencil. You?
Are you (thinking about maybe) changing your life in 2011? Tell us about it.
Really hope I get a fingerbox for Christmas.
You got feelings? Join the club. Take a seat. Extra mashed potatoes for everyone.
“And then, as though she was possessed suddenly by some sapphic demon whose realm was twentysomething nostalgia, my mom came pouring out with this entire sense-memory-ridden stream-of-consciousness tidal wave…”