You… don’t know what the word “slur” actually means… do you?
“I wanted to stay, but I had to return to my reality. Now I imagine the stillness I felt when I was in the bed that I loved, in the city that I miss, and stay hopeful that I’ll be able to feel it all again soon.”
I’ve heard so many times that Asian America is about being caught tragically in the space between, never fully accepted in the U.S. and too Westernized to ever be Asian. Listening to my friends, I thought there was something defiant about singing in languages that we were told would never be ours, languages that this country wanted to force us to forget.
The world tells us that we should not want anything beyond what is here and now, right in front of us, but what’s in front of us is violent and harmful. What’s in front of us is killing us. Wanting for more is such a queer project.
A comfy and sensual off the shoulder moment. The small luxury of a matching set. We’re going to be inside for a while, spoil yourself in the ways that you can :)
Y’all the world is not ending. Far from it! Black queer love is alive and thriving!! Girls are still buying girls extravagant gifts and presenting them with huge custom made bows just to say “happy birthday, boo” and we LOVE to see it!
One of the biggest lessons of Audre Lorde’s work is the strength of coalitional politics. I need a movement that can hold my anger. I need a movement that can hold my contradictions. I shouldn’t have to qualify my rage when speaking out about injustice.
In a country that hates immigrants, every day immigrants are on the front line of imagining and enacting another world: One where they can safely live with basic dignity, respect, and protection.
In this pandemic, we are watching the compounded failures of capitalism and narcissistic government play out. We’re seeing issues that primarily target marginalized communities now take a broader toll. But as members of marginalized communities, we know what that means: our community is getting hit even harder than before.
Once I was out of an emotionally and sexually abusive queer relationship, I realized how lesbian memes can support unhealthy relationship dynamics. U-hauling and codependency didn’t feel like a joke anymore. I had to unfollow lesbian meme accounts to heal and learn new ways to approach queer love.
I channeled what Janet Jackson as an adult Penny from “Good Times” would wear in 1976 when coming home to visit for Easter (complete with what she might steal from her mama’s closet).
You can now sign up for This Checks Out, our bi-weekly newsletter curated by Carmen and Kamala that features work by queer people of color FOR queer people of color — because isn’t that the dream?
Chika’s debut EP drops TODAY an she’s re-introducing herself with a major bang! Conscious, thoughtful, craftsperson-ly lyricism and bombastic beats. I can’t wait.
Lena Waithe’s “Twenties” on BET is historic — the first black butch lesbian to ever serve as the protagonist of a comedy in TV history! Carmen and Natalie got together to talk about the show, what’s next for black queer representation, and yes that really great sex scene.
I pray that all my little trans sisters receive this love, this support and that more broadly in the black community we can make sure all of our children grow in love and kindness.
Spaces that center and uplift Black performers create a magic you can feel. Meet seven of Washington D.C.’s drag and burlesque performers bringing palpable Black queer joy to the stage.
Put quite simply, it feels damn good to see two Latina lesbians fully themselves, accepted by their loved ones, and at no point expected to leave their queerness at the door.
Do you remember that 1999 MTV VMA performance with N*SYNC & Britney Spears? I do, very vividly. So I raided my closet, completed my to-do list, and then made out with a pretty girl as a reward.
Many Black women are raised to give our apparent struggles the stiff upper lip. We’re taught to be loud, and proud, and bigger than the world sees us. And at the end of all of that effort, in my most private and intimate moments, I wish to lay my burdens down. Ain’t I a bottom?
In my own struggle to get sober, I would spend days telling myself that my bottoms were “not that bad.” That the next day I would drink lighter, drink less, have water between glasses. For black gay addicts, we’re pressured at both ends. One of the reasons I’m sober today is because people around me talked about it, they extended their hands and hearts to me without knowing it.