Happy Pride Month! 50 years ago this June marks the Stonewall Inn riots that are considered the start of the LGBTQ+ rights movement. It’s as a result of that movement that I am allowed to live out and proud in 2019 without the same shame and stigma that my queer elders had to suffer through. Don’t get me wrong–things are far from perfect. Especially if … Continue reading Bad Lesbian
The public conversation around gender has become increasingly nuanced since my college days, much to my delight. That said, the influx of new language can be overwhelming. If you want to know why someone called you “cis” or are just looking for a crash course in gender, this post is for you. Vocabulary sex: Refers to the anatomy of an individual’s reproductive system, and secondary … Continue reading Gender 101
“My masculinity doesn’t hold up to scrutiny,” says Hannah Gadsby during her stand-up special Nanette, “I’m only a man at a glance.” I remember laughing particularly hard at this point, because I can relate more than most. I’ve talked about why I often get mistaken for a man (in short, I lack your trademark feminine curves and stature and have short hair) before, but I … Continue reading Man at a Glance
I was feeling quite luxurious this morning, having followed up a standard shower with some body butter and lip balm. I’m more likely to massage someone else’s hands than my own, which I suppose is part of what made is so luxurious. But then I paused and laughed realizing that my version of “luxurious” didn’t include a stitch of make-up. I giggled, grabbed my purse, … Continue reading Barefaced
Recently, I was reading Jill Soloway (the creator of Transparent)’s book, “She Wants It” and came to a passage where Jill talks about hitting puberty and suddenly having a very feminine body and the ability to wield sexual power over men (at least in theory). The part that confused me was the tone, implying that this transformation is a universal experience for those of us assigned female … Continue reading Visibly Queer
When I was in middle school, I kept a binder full of cut-out magazine pages. As much as I enjoy a good collage, that’s not what these were. They were literally full pages from glossy magazines I’d carefully cut out and placed into plastic sheet protectors in a binder. There were several sections, covering my interests, but the two biggest sections were largely portraits–one for … Continue reading A Binder Full of Women
The air is cool this morning, but I still have the summer blanket on the bed. I pull the fleece close to me, trying to conserve the heat within my blanket cocoon, when the alarm on my phone starts blaring. It screeches and insists I type in a pattern to silence the cacophony, but none of this truly stirs me from my slumber. I’ve silenced … Continue reading What Becomes of the Brokenhearted?