Working for Autostraddle (2013-2015ish) was always a delight. I loved writing the site’s first marijuana column, High Femme (with a beautiful illustration by the lovely Rory Midhani), and and being an A-Camp counselor for Camp 5.0. with Carolyn (Bloody Valentines!).Chelsea Steiner
Some of my best memories include giggling with Carmen Rios and Rory Midhani, hosting the Buffy Once More With Feeling Singalong, and getting high as a kite and reading tarot cards. Also, to all my fellow bisexuals, yes you ARE queer enough!
This community is truly special, and I feel lucky to have been a part of its growth and legacy. Here’s to decades more of AS, until technology advances enough for it to be beamed directly into our brains/souls.
most underrated columns OF ALL TIME
- Almost Famous
- Wilder Hungers
- More Than Words
- Rhymes With Witches
- Hard Lacquer
- Ode to My Pantry
- Vintage Vapid Fluff
- Taco Tuesday
- Mama Outsider
It’s crazy to think how much time has passed since I first wrote for AS back in 2013. At the time I was still in college in Tallahassee, FL counting down the days until graduation with no idea of what I was going to do afterwards and still trying to make Betty Page bangs work. And here I am now, in Athens, GA with a community of lifelong friends, a job I love and a really nice hairdresser. Haha!Nina Guzman
Even though I don’t cut my own hair anymore, I definitely still daydream about hanging out with Taylor Swift.
I always had such a fun time writing for AS. I felt comfortable writing about all the dorky things I was into and knowing that there would be a friendly community who would connect with it. Thank ya’ll for including me in the AS family, I would not have been able to survive my early twenties without it.
I wrote for Autostraddle between 2012-2014 right after I moved to Montreal. I remember starting each morning with a daily link email, which quickly exploded as other writers woke up and fired off rapid replies full of political insight and witty commentary. Those 50+ reply email threads and writing days were hectic, but I remember feeling like I was part of a movement.