Get your sh*t together and learn how to properly court a lesbian.
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.
All of these measures are part of a statewide attempt to curtail LGBT rights through any means necessary.
It’s a new year, which means it’s time for a bunch of new anti-gay legislation. That’s why Kaitlyn summed up what’s happening state-by-state.
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
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.