Surely every queer generation has been through this — this looking at the world around us and marveling at how different it is than the one we expected as kids and even as twentysomethings. So this is our time.
What does it mean to be a queer adult? Who the f*ck are we? Let’s find out.
I just let go a lot in my thirties, personally. I couldn’t wait to be 30 because I felt like people would finally start taking me seriously. I think that did happen, a little, but surprisingly, passing the 30 mark let me take myself less seriously. I no longer feel like I’m sitting on a ticking bomb. I have patience now. I just have less fucks to give, too. I care less what people think and I demand to be respected instead of worrying about whether or not I am (and believe it or not, that actually works). I still have idealist radical politics, but I have more focus and pragmatism. I am slowly changing out my heels for sensible flats. I’m more forgiving and less quick to judge. I have less tolerance for straight-up BS. Time is racing by and I can finally imagine a future beyond the next five years.
Since I turned 30, I have felt an urgent, unyielding, existential tug on my mind asking and asking and asking if I’m using the quick breath of life I have on this earth to do something that counts. Every day — sometimes multiple times a day — I ask myself, ‘If I get smashed by a car today, will I have given all the goodness I had to give?’ I want to die broke from spending goodness. I don’t want any goodness left in the bank. I want to have splurged on the world. On cats and dogs and panda bears and the people I love and the people I barely know and the planet itself.
Honestly ladies, the more I get into this data, the more it seems to me that pretty much every stereotype about lesbian sexuality is nonsense and we’re actually very sexually active, very sexually adventurous and very sexually preoccupied. It’s a loose hypothesis for now, and of course we realize the implicit bias of a voluntary survey, but we’re gonna dig into it and see what we can find.
For now, we know simply this: y’all love yourself, it’s not a sin, you can’t control what’s happening, ’cause you just discovered, imagination’s taking over, another day with (or without) a lover, the more you come to understand the touch of your hand. You feel me?
I’m writing this on Thursday night, next to a Kerr jar filled with freesia and a glass of organic red wine because that’s what happens when you get married. You just get freesia as soon as it’s in season. No one tells you that because a) it’s wrong to get married for the freesia alone, and b) they know that if more people got married, there wouldn’t be enough freesia to go around. I, on the other hand, love you dearly, as if you were my own sister or otherwise-gendered familial entity, so I will tell you these things. You don’t get wine for being married, though. That comes with having kids.
This week’s Friday Open Thread is all about gettin’ zen with your bad self. Get in here!
We share your concern about its potentially devastating effects on the lives of transgender as well as gay, lesbian, bisexual and queer youth… As part of our dedication to protecting America’s youth, this administration supports efforts to ban the use of conversion therapy for minors.
Button and Bly, the lesbian travel show of probably your dreams, is coming back for their third season as part of a collaboration with Autostraddle, website of your dreams! And they’re starting back home by taking you around Los Angeles.
Referring to the state’s new RFRA inbetween songs, Rihanna said: “Who’s feeling these new bulls**t laws that they’re trying to pass over here?
“I say f**k that s**t… we’re just living our motherf***ing lives, Indiana!”
The singer also got the crowd to chant: “f**k that s**t”.
They do not put flesh to flesh in the sense of the genital organ of one within the body of the other, since nature precludes this, but they do transform the use of the member in question into an unnatural one, in that they are reported to use certain instruments of diabolical operation to excite desire.
