Everything I have written since then has been informed by the scorn those men hurled at me. Storytellers obtuse enough to feed us poison and cruel enough to berate us when we protest. Straight men telling silly gay women who is in charge of our stories and that we should be quiet and respect what they decide we deserve. It is in my mind, always, the things those men said to me. And it took me a long, long, long time before I was willing to open myself up to another story. I didn’t want to do it, actually. I fought against it with my whole self, even though stories are the thing that make us human. If you re-read my first Pretty Little Liars recaps, you’ll see it. The smugness, the sarcasm, the cheap and lazy snark I wove around everything I wrote, like armor. Protecting me, but protecting you too, because I led us to the place where we were ambushed.
Heather Hogan via Pretty Little Liars Episode 514 Recap: The Long Goodbye
Here’s your 2015 Queer Lady TV epic infographic! Learn more about what’s coming up for us on the small screen on Autostraddle.
We heard KStew was spotted canoodling on a beach with her “gal pal.” Here’s what we think probably went down.
El: You didn’t appreciate me when I made latkes.
Dannielle: Well. I don’t even remember that, so.
El: Really?
Dannielle: No! I don’t.
El: Seriously? The pictures are on Facebook!
Dannielle Owens-Reid just interviewed her ex on Autostraddle.
And here’s where family drama, cultural context, the larger institutions of racism, and immigration policies get all muddled. Now, where is that immigrant who moved from Caracas to get a degree in the states to help me when I need him? (I mean, I have all these questions, Dad, about who I am and where I come from, what languages I should speak and what my place is as an American.)
I rock my natural hair long and wild. I spend exorbitant amounts of money on paraben and silicone free hair products so that I can grow it longer and wider. I hang onto my curls like they are the very things that define me. I think it’s difficult to find a sense of balance when you are constantly being told you’re “not really black” or “not really gay.” Even as I consciously tackle these issues I feel like my hair is my security blanket, my constant. And it is precious. And you may not touch it because it is a mystery to you and that is okay with me. I’d prefer to remain mysterious while I figure my own shit out.
Dirty talk (and, to an intermittent extent, phone sex) has remained somewhat of a staple in my sexual wheelhouse for the past 16 years. It’s a fun way to share fantasies without needing to have the, “So, can we sit down and tell each other over coffee what we want but are scared to ask for in bed?” talk, and can kick things up a notch if the sex is too vanilla. And, if I’m going to be honest here, it’s kind of a power trip to know that the words coming out of your mouth are helping to get someone off.
This week’s NSFW Lesbosexy Sunday includes a guide to getting better at talking dirty, among other things.







