transyouthequality asked:
CONSIDER THE WORD SPREAD
transyouthequality asked:
CONSIDER THE WORD SPREAD
‘You removed the part of me that makes me feel good while having sex?’ I asked. Our Bodies Ourselves, and some of the Internet articles I’d read, gave me the confidence to say this last part. At sixteen, I thought I knew exactly what had been taken away from me, even if I wouldn’t have any idea what this really meant for another five years.
'I didn’t have a choice,’ said my mother. 'It happened to me too.’
“Saturday Night Live’s 40th anniversary reunion show made me think: I totally would love to date these SNL ladies.”
Meet the 12 SNL women Linda would like to co-parent a cat with.
Excited about the Brittana wedding? OF COURSE YOU ARE. Bide your time ‘til the big moment by reading some lesbian wedding fan fiction.
You, sir, are no Weasley, the gold standard to which all gingers are held and judged.
I realize I don’t want any record of my days. I have the kind of brain that erases everything that passes, almost immediately, like that dustpan-and-brush dog in Disney’s Alice in Wonderland sweeping up the path as he progresses along it. I never know what I was doing on what date, or how old I was when this or that happened—and I like it that way. I feel when I am very old and my brain ‘goes’ it won’t feel so very different from the life I live now, in this miasma of non-memory, which, though it infuriates my nearest and dearest, must suit me somehow, as I can’t seem, even by acts of will, to change it.
I was walking on eggshells the whole time. Like I couldn’t be who I am — I’m not free to be myself. It feels like you’re cutting off your legs or your arms. It feels like you can’t be a whole person.
For those of us who were or are closeted and missed out the joys of summer camp crushes, school dances and sharing secrets with friends, A-Camp is a priceless, life changing event that should be replicated as much as possible so that more people find their tribe.
I feel perverse relief, knowing that my sisters and mother live abroad. But that relief is brief and followed by an immobilizing kind of fear that, on some days, I find myself drowning in. I think about the possibility of my sisters being next. I watch conversations of our parents pleading with our daughters to take off their scarves. I am paralyzed by daydreams where my best friend becomes the next dead Muslim body because Oklahoma police ignored gun threats against her.
Nobody doubted that Alice had killed Freda — the murder had occurred in broad daylight in public — but her lawyers needed to prove that she was insane in order to get her committed to an asylum rather than sentenced to death or life imprisonment. Their primary argument: any woman who could be in love with another woman was obviously insane for that reason alone.
This 1892 murderess was definitely insane. And by “insane,” we mean “gay.”
You’re discriminating against a baby? It’s just wrong.
Make someone this happy. Make yourself this happy! Donate an A-Camp Campership or apply for one today.