Spreading the looove today. Though, I do not have a Valentine. So, here is my formal request, auto straddle will you be my Valentine? Nothing would make me feel fuzzier inside. Except for the scissoring sweatshirt.
“We’ve been playing this subconscious game of cat and mouse for seven years. My sister went to her alma mater and actually my sister stayed at her old apartment. Literally, we’ve been a step behind each other for years. We met for the first time and I asked her a million and one questions.”
This is the love story that led to Alabama’s first gay marriage.
I haven’t felt safe in my own skin since [the attack]. I don’t know that I ever will again.
Kate Brown is about to become Oregon’s interim governor. In the process, she’s making queerstory as the first out bisexual governor in America ever.
The big message was just, from the smallest town to the biggest town, West Virginians believe in equality.
We need to start listening before we find out which trans woman of color is murdered next week.
This is a Valentine for people whose stories haven’t yet been told.
Lately I daydream about running away. There’s an urge inside of me to run. I battle it at the grocery store, in train stations, in my dreams. I count down days, I pack bags for nowhere, I buy things for the future, I make plans that I know might never happen but that feel so good on the tip of my tongue. I satiate my wanderlust with Skype sessions and vacations to see the person I’m in love with, forgetting each time that eventually I will have to board a flight away from what we’ve built.
Every time she shares one of her stories I feel so damn lucky that I get to hear them for the rest of my life.
Katie, Crystal’s fiance, on her fave piece by her very special person via A+ Valentine’s Day Roundtable: From The Mouths Of Our Babes