“At some point you have to get your shit together, right?”
RIESE BERNARD, APRIL 25, 2012
I was an Autostraddle Moderator / Community Manager from 2011-2016ish. It was a dream job and I felt unbelievably lucky to attend a bunch of A-Camps and get to know the staff and ‘straddlers pretty well. I have loads of Autostraddle memories but the one I’ll tell my queer grandchildren about is how I was there when the legendary “Klub Deer” was born.
To be honest, Klub Deer really only happened because karaoke night failed and somehow it turned dance party (credit to Cee’s portable speakers and a poppy playlist on the nearest phone). But it was definitely an “If you build it, the lesbians will come” scenario. In the nights that followed, campers lined up outside Deer Lodge to join the party. I don’t know whether it was the highly technical headlamp strobe lights, the handwritten event flyers, or the “bouncers” who asked campers to show them photos of their pet cats before entering, but we were onto something! The fact that we called it “Klub Deer” was always so funny to me. Of course it wasn’t a club, it was small rec lodge in the middle of the mountains. And yet it wasn’t. It was a queer zine come to life, the inclusive gay homecoming dance of your dreams and absolutely the most fun underground party in California for a few magical nights a year.
—Carrie Cuy
When I first began working for Autostraddle in 2012, a family member expressed concern that I was suddenly “on the radical fringe.” I scoffed but it turns out that person was right! Autostraddle radicalized me in pretty much all possible ways. Working there introduced me to brand new political and social ideas. It brought me into a group of friends more interesting and diverse than I’d ever had before. It convinced me that a mullet—itself a radical fringe, if you think about it—could work for me. Most of all, it taught me that a group of dedicated people can make something amazing and keep it alive. All of these lessons have energized me ever since. Long live Autostraddle and long live queers.
Cara Giaimo