I have a fantasy of having sex with my wheelchair. She is an extension of my body and thus exists in the bounds of masturbatory fantasy. Her lines are sexy, I sit on her face all day, it only makes sense that when I am exploring how to use my wheelchair in sex play I would turn to the chair itself to give me pleasure. My wheelchair is with me on these journeys but is not a top or bottom, if anything she is a switch!
firstly, a-camp plague is altitude sickness. we are on a real mountain and if you don’t drink enough water and you’re boozing it up, you’re gonna feel like shit. this has resulted in tummy ailments* for some, but i would advise that if you take tender loving care of yourself, the likelihood of you encountering a yack attack* is minimal. let the people in your cabin know that you have emetophobia so that if anyone were to feel ill*, you and nauseous* human can stay far the fuck away from each other until all is well again, and you won’t have to witness anything. also jot it down in your a-camp reservation notes so that staff can be mindful of your needs. we want you to have a happy hurl free time!* secondly, a-camp plague is the common cold. bc we are on a mountain and most of us flew on planes to get there and germs happen. a few of us will come back w/ sniffles and coughs, and this a-camp plague is often used as a solid excuse to take off sick, stay in our pjs, and regroup via interwebs to whine about not being together every minute.
neither of these afflictions are to be confused with the a-camp comedown, in which a guesstimated 90% of us return home with strong urges to abandon society at large and attempt a mountainous communal queer utopia/land share.
love, gigler *ps apologies if any of these terms are upsetting to someone w/emetophobia, i don’t know how to talk about it w/o saying it so i went with the more innocuous / less descriptive terms.
Hello, star-crossed sparkle ponies! This Valentine’s day I thought I’d improve your life by sharing a couple secrets of the universe with you. (Or maybe some obvious, indisputable facts? Perspective is everything, friends.) Ready? Here goes:
Chocolate is an all occasion food. You can eat it whether you’re happy or sad, single or partnered, in love or anti-love. I was recently was gifted a bedside table, and the first thing I did was fill the tiny drawer all the way to the top with chocolate. If you haven’t considered this possibility in your life yet, I highly recommend it.
Homemade truffles are the best and they’re also super easy to make! They’re just balls of chocolate ganache with more chocolate outside. You can add fancy flavors, fillings or elaborately decorate the outsides… but truthfully, you don’t even need to. It’s chocolate! It’s going to taste good. Everyone wins under all circumstances.
Because my main objective in life is to make things as gay as possible, I recently made a batch of truffles coated in a form of edible glitter known as “disco dust.” Behold the glory.
Keep in mind, there are so many more prominent black LGBT women than are represented below. This list isn’t representative or comprehensive, but I did aim to include the “big names” and beyond that, present a broad and diverse range of visible women. The hardest part of making this list was that it was originally twice as long! So please feel free to share some of your heroes in the comments and we’ll have more lists like this in the future!
Sometimes I’m overcome by a deep guilt for the way I like to fuck. I want to take all of my partners and unite them in a circle, have them hold hands with me while apologies pour out of me like tears. I’m sorry I don’t like to take my clothes off, I’ll say, and I’m sorry that I don’t want you to touch me there. It’s not you, it’s me. The boundaries I have to put up don’t mean that I’m not letting you in. They don’t stand for your failure or my distrust. They’re an invitation to a new narrative, a new way of thinking about sex. I discovered my desire and my ability to communicate that desire to others on my own very queer path, and I wouldn’t change one thing about that.
Last year we mayyyy have mentioned having the time of our lives at A-Camp. Dannielle and I went to the top of a mountain last June not knowing what to expect, and came down that mountain a few days later screaming something along the lines of “OH MY GOD CANCEL EVERYTHING LETS DO A-CAMP ALL YEAR ALL YEAR ALL YEAR!”
Lo and behold, this year, as promised and declared by the fates on high, we are going back for A-Camp 7.0!!!
This year, after wowing everyone with my hula-hopping skills & my musical talent on the mini iPhone keyboard, I am honored to be Co-Directing all of camp with Marni Kellison! Ahhhh!
Dannielle is coming back up the mountain as well, hosting awesome workshops and being her wonderful self (along with some humans you may also love like Jenny Owen Youngs and Julia Nunes and Cameron Esposito and Brittani Nichols and Rhea Butcher and MORE TO BE ANNOUNCED!!)!
It’s gonna be the very best. Hope to see so many of you up there!!