If there is one thing I’ve learned in my research, it is that in the face of systemic inequities, homophobia, sex negativity, harassment, the threat of job loss, death — we find places to be ourselves. We’ll make spaces our own under the worst of circumstances, even if just for a few hours. People risk it because that’s how important it is to us to find one another, to feel human, to feel desire and love and express it openly without shame… I am mindful of the resilience of our communities, the unwillingness to accept the message of the city, that there’s nowhere we belong. History tells us that’s not true. We’ll find each other, no matter what.
Buying sperm and getting pregnant started to seem like a better path for me as a queer black woman. I didn’t need anyone’s approval to get pregnant. As long as I had the money for the sperm the sperm bank would sell it to me.
Asher Jak via Adventures in Baby Making as a Single Black Lesbian
Want to learn some home repair skills from YouTube handywomen? Yeah you do. Let’s watch together!
If we don’t abundantly love each other, we can’t have an abundant relationship with God. I must embrace an interpretation of my faith that requires unconditional love for queer people because any less would be to deny my own humanity and that of my community.
It’s hard to not have your humanity recognized by your own home, by your fellow Idahoans. And really, that’s all we want. We’re asking for so little, just the acknowledgement that we are human beings and that we deserve the same basic rights as everyone else.
Mey, our totally badass Trans Editor, testified before the Idaho House about HB2, which would add the words “gender identity” and “sexual orientation” to the state’s Human Rights Act.
Say their names: Lamia Beard. Ty Underwood. Goddess Edwards. May they rest in power.
I guess I should explain who I am. My name’s Claudia Kishi, I’m twenty-one, and the club notebook was like a journal of baby-sitting jobs for my group of friends who used to meet up in my room three times a week to take calls and eat junk food. These days I don’t eat so much junk food. Turns out your metabolism screws up if you really expect to live off Doritos and Ding Dongs.
Did some naked housework today like that episode of Friends when Rachel was trying to get comfortable with her own body. “Check me out. I’m in my kitchen … naked. I’m picking up an orange; I’m naked! Lighting the candles, naked, and carefully!” Luckily, unlike Friends, Ross didn’t come over and ruin it.
It was 1969 when Carmen Goodyear dropped out of Vassar to live on the fringes of Mendocino, California. She began farming, and with fellow lesbians from across the country, began writing and publishing the consciousness-raising, feminist Country Women magazine from their cabins.
Remember the historic and super gay “Puppy Episode” of The Ellen Show? Heather damn well does, so she recapped it for you!