You Need Help: Telling Someone How To Sex You Up
Do you know how many questions we get about sex? Formspring, emails – hell, I’ve even been…
Make A Thing: Paper Mache Hot Air Balloons
Welcome to the gazillionth installment of Make A Thing, where we make handmade gifts for people.…
Get Baked: Zucchini Summer Pasta Salad
I’ve always stayed away from pasta salads because they tend to have mayonnaise-based dressings and…
More Than Words: Pride Rock(s)
Welcome to the sixteenth installment of More Than Words, where I take queer words of all sorts and…
Lately I sound like a self-help book but before everything was okay I didn’t want help. I didn’t seek out help. I didn’t ask for advice. I was just desolate and resentful and sad. And then this remarkable thing happened: the world came back together. I met someone. I found a job. I fell back in love with my dog. And the sun came out and it was warmer than ever. Sometimes it doesn’t matter that the sun rises and sets until you’re ready to feel it warm the Earth and watch it go to sleep at night. Sometimes the answer is right outside, or curled up to you in bed, and you don’t recognize it until after it’s done saving you from yourself.
“Read A F*cking Book: Yoko Ono’s ‘Acorn’ Can Help You Find Yourself“ -Autostraddle (via thenoodlesoupwetaketowork)
The ALTERNATIVE Autostraddle Hot 105: Hotties You Will Like Who Also Like Girls
Once upon a time, The 2013 Autostraddle Hot 100happened — a haphazard assemblage of kickass queers…
Playlist: It’s Sad, So Sad
Gloomy greetings from Sydney, where it’s winter and it’s been raining relentlessly and I’ve got a…
Become a Badass Bartender: The Kit
It’s pretty much agreed that a good bartender is one of the best things in life, like a fabulous…
Ode to My Pantry: Peppercorns
Learning to feed yourself can be one of the most terrifying things. Am I about to give myself food…
Read A F*cking Book: Yoko Ono’s “Acorn” Can Help You Help Yourself
I brought Acornwith me to NYC Pride, where I did zero (count ‘em, zero) things officially related…
Straddler On The Street: Cheryna
Hi crush monsters, this is Straddler On The Street, a feature where I celebrate all of you…
…you really have to stand up for your Me Time, even if you’re standing up to yourself.
You Need Help: When Relationships Feel Sorta Dull (via fuckyeahautostraddle)
Once upon a time, many years ago on a cold winter’s night (no, I’m serious. Remember I’m from the Canadian prairies!) I felt like the only little queerling in the world as I chopped my hair into a lesbian haircut and listened to the soundtrack to Rent, not knowing that one day I would pay actual rent in New York and march (I mean shuffle) amongst hundreds of queers through the streets of Manhattan, not even one bit worried about my long hair not making me look “gay enough.“ When you’re surrounded by so many queers celebrating queer, you feel normal by default and happy because everyone around you is happy. You don’t feel the need to change how you look as some sort of signal, and having a conversation on where to get sandwiches and water is just as, if not more important than discussions on identity and queerness and coming out. Constantly having to explain and defend your sexuality and/or gender identity is heavy and exhausting. I like getting the chance to be gay without having to think too much about it. That’s why the spaces created in the Dyke March, Pride, and A-Camp are so wonderful and important.
A Prairie Homo Does New York: Wooooh, Dyke March! (via fuckyeahautostraddle)