There’s less at stake emotionally with a casual partner. This is the very target at which critics aim their arrows—how can women enjoy sex without an emotional connection?!—but this lack of investment can be freeing. It’s the same relative anonymity that causes some people to blurt out their deepest secrets to their hairdresser or a taxi driver. When we’re with someone who isn’t a fixture of our daily life, our egos relax enough to let a little authenticity come through. Rather than worrying about impressing the other person, you can be more assertive.
The benefits of casual sex, via this week’s NSFW Lesbosexy Sunday.
Unfortunately, when you’re eleven and sick of being bullied and having only internet friends, you don’t really see the “caution, permanently internalizing white heteronormative ideals” signs posted ten years ahead in the future.
I don’t feel right ascribing to culturally normative ideals for my own gender, and once I was allowed to set fire to the rain that poured them down on me, I was finally able to live as myself.
I’m proud of who I am and what I’ve accomplished. Being transsexual does not diminish my value as a person. Fuck you, and the things you say, for making me feel like it does.
Nicole via The Things You Say
My name is KaeLyn Rich, my legal name, the name my parents gave me when they adopted me, the only name I know and answer to, the name I can pronounce. My first name was Lee Eun Jeong, assigned by the orphanage, strange on my tongue.
Here’s your 2015 Queer Lady TV epic infographic! Learn more about what’s coming up for us on the small screen on Autostraddle.
Is that the jingly jangly sound of U-haul keys I hear? Well, congrats, cowgurl, you and your partner(s) have decided to cohabitate. Remember to lift with your knees!
KaeLyn’s got financial advice to take you and your partner(s) to the next level. Consider it a good planning guide for the big move.
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.)






