Self-Acceptance & Butt Cover-Ups: 8 Queer Women’s Tattoo Stories
I talked to several smart, artistic, and wonderful inked-up queers in my life about what inspired their body art.
I talked to several smart, artistic, and wonderful inked-up queers in my life about what inspired their body art.
“Can you sneak into her closet and take a pic of the ones she has (just side on hanging up is fine).”
Also, look, I’m a POC, I don’t mess around with haunted dolls, but maybe you do.
“Therese and Carol drink beer and coffee at the Palm Court in the Plaza Hotel with Richard, Therese’s pitiful and jealous boyfriend, who pays for their drinks.”
Autostraddle Staff Writers Carmen and Alaina in a conversation about the TV series, the legacy of Spike Lee’s work, black female representation on film, polyamory, and pansexuality.
There was a time before time, in the yawning abyss of darkness and starfire that is the infinite and ever-expanding universe — a time before any of us had had lesbian sex. Most of us thought about it, though, or tried to imagine how it would work! We were not always correct.
More often than not growing up, my closet was my salvation.
The only thing standing between you and that sweet, thrilling thrum of victory is finding the perfect ridiculous gift.
America Chavez coming to the big screen, Margaret Cho on feminism and righteous rage, Palm Springs’ 100% LGBT city council takes office, reflections on faith from a trans minister, Maxine Waters has our backs, and more good links!
What lesbian sex hair looks like, trans women keep getting banned on Tinder, stop worrying that she’ll text you back, what it feels like to get your nipples pierced and more.
Brownies are fudgey and cakey, good warm or cold, you can put basically anything in them, they travel nicely, and go with everything from coffee to ice cream to emotional breakdowns when your party ends and you see all the cleaning that has to be done and need edible support. Perfect.
“I know we don’t usually have serious talks unless you puked on the floor, but I have an important question for you.”
Let’s spill to each other like we’re at a high school sleepover and make a new video queue or two.
“By the end of the 1994 Winter Olympics, I was 12 years old and quite certain I’d picked the right side.”
Will it fit? Only one way to find out!
Topics include the Santa Ana winds, murder, Weinstein’s Complicity Machine, sandwiches, black residents targeted by jaywalking (etc) tickets in Florida, “trailer trash,” IKEA cafeterias and so much more!
Are you the hip AF parents of a small human? Do you aspire to the be the quirky aunt (or auncle) who always brings cool feminist gifts? Let’s shop for the babiiiiieeeees!
“I think I’m not here to get coffee!”
“Princess Cyd isn’t interested in the well-worn plot of queer sexual awakening, the torture of figuring out who you are and the fraught path you have to follow to let other people in on your secret. In fact, Princess Cyd isn’t really interested in plot (or secrets) at all. It’s a character study of two women who clumsily and gently brush up against each other and find new happiness because of it.”
About eight months sober at that point, I had two thoughts scream through my mind at nearly the same time – first, “Oh hell yeah, all the whiskey at my fingertips” quickly followed by, “Oh hell no, this is cruel.”