Team Autostraddle’s most ambitious selfies, via this month’s Autostraddle Insider.
I took one look and fell, hook and tumble. M. took one look at me, and put on her dark glasses, along with an obvious dose of reserve. She denied this to her dying day, but it was true. Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?
There’s more than one kind of relationship. We’ve uncovered (some of) them all in our ultimate guide to lesbian dating.
The act of anointing Joan Didion as our favorite, our best, our everything, is the act that reveals what we’re trying to say: that we’re cool, that we’re educated, that if we are not young and white and slender and well-dressed and disaffected and sad and committed to the art of writing as an arduous and soul-sucking process that must be endured yet Instagrammed simultaneously, then we will be, at least, as close as possible to those identifiers even if it kills us.
Haley Mlotek wrote about what saying Joan Didion is your favorite says about you. Find it in this week’s Lez Liberty Lit.
We’ve been nominated for a GLAAD Award for Outstanding Blog! Again! Let’s do a Leslie Knope dance now.
From the Renagayssance to the pool to the staff reading and back, this is what happened on Day 2 and 3 at A-Camp 5.0
BREAKING: The Supreme Court will rule on the constitutionality of same-sex marriage this June. Arguments begin in April.
I think I knew I was in something that could last when I imagined us being old together, which sounds really cliche but have you ever tried it? Imagine yourself being old with — and therefore having lived a super long time in the same house, and dealing with all the ups and downs of life with — the same person. That person. The one who’s making all the noise in the kitchen while you’re trying to write and always hangs her towel in the place you ask everyone to please not hang their towel. Imagine 40 more years of that, and see what you feel like. I imagined it and I felt like I’d be the luckiest asshole on earth.
The A-Camp 5.0 recamps are here, so now you can relive all the feelings in all their glory. What are you waiting for?
I don’t really like generalizing about queer women — we’re all different, we’re like rainbow snowflakes, some of us have never even seen The L Word. But I will make an exception for this statement: get a bunch of us in a room for long enough and we will start talking about whether two cisgender women will ever be able to produce a biological child together.
This day is a total blank space in my memory but I am 99% sure nothing sexy happened.