Results for: Saturday night live
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Always End Cuts
My wife and I were speeding through the hills of southern Vermont when I proposed a special date night.
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Untethered: On Miss Havisham-Style Decision-Making
My ex and I worked out a separation agreement over the course of those months and signed it in August.
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To All the Hot People I Met on My Cross-Country Drive
Forty hours of podcasts, musical numbers, and ice coffee stops later, and I’ve successfully made the painstaking move from Los Angeles to Orlando, Florida.
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Untethered: Turning Dancing, D&D, and Body Piercings Into Friendships
One of the things about not having spent significant time being single is that my friends have often been tangled up with partners.
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How I Gradually Found My Queer Community in Connecticut
There were a few months where my mother, who lives back in Bangladesh, stopped talking to me after stumbling across some essays I’d written about my queerness. This confusing and heartbreaking time was when I truly understood the value of having a queer chosen family and support system.
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Beers I Drank From Ages 14 to 20 That Made Me the ‘Man’ I Am Today
Every punk party — whether it was in Ft. Lauderdale or Lake Worth or North Miami — had the exact same drink options. Either you were drinking Mickey’s or you were doing shots of Jack Daniels.
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Slow Takes: “Pen15” and Embracing Alternate Girlhoods
Watching the first season during what I considered my second puberty was miserable. I could acknowledge its effectiveness, but I felt alienated.
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Welcome to Diner Week — What Are You Having?
Welcome to Diner Week, a 12-part series of essays by Autostraddle writers and editors set in diners.
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Scenes From a Jersey Diner
This is what it means to be from New Jersey. The roughness around the edges isn’t hidden away or sugar-coated.
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The Soft Butch That Couldn’t (Or: I Got COVID-19 in March 2020 and Never Got Better)
Is a soft butch a soft butch if she can barely hold even herself together? Is a soft butch a soft butch without her swagger?
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On 2018’s Britney Spears Diet Pepsi Cans and the Most Intense Gaslighting of My Career
I used to love grocery shopping after my divorce. I would buy things that only I liked.
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Meet Me at Flanigan’s
When I think of what the diner experience is in South Florida, I think of Flanigan’s.
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A Heartbeat At My Feet
Carol was the best of me. She filled the gap between who I was and who I wanted to be: an animal unafraid to make the first move, loose and generous with her attachments.
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On Staying Sober and What TV Gets Right and Wrong About Alcohol
“I feel like being the only sober person in a group is so much pressure.”
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Seeing Bikini Kill Made Me Feel Like I Was 16 Again
Bikini Kill opened a door for me, a door that has stayed open ever since.
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Wild Cravings: Nothing Tastes The Same
The Leo’s group changes from visit to visit. It all depends who’s up in time, who’s ready to go, who’s the right amount of hungover (hungover enough to crave greasy, salty food but not so hungover as to not be able to handle fluorescent light).
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Trans Fiction, Trans Imagination: Notes on (AcroYoga) Camp
Sitting there, eyes closed, I could feel the subtle movements of the two people I was touching. To my right—someone I’d never met. I’d glimpsed basketball shorts, ragged tee, short hair. Muscular, athletic body. My hand on an unfamiliar, living knee.
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Six Black Trans Women on Sending Abundant, Overflowing Love to Zaya Wade
I pray that all my little trans sisters receive this love, this support and that more broadly in the black community we can make sure all of our children grow in love and kindness.
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Mud Wrestling Showed Me How To Want
Our thighs slapped against the tarp as we threw each other across the floor. Our eyes and ears were painted in mud like two casts of the human form. The thing that pulled me into the ring that night was desire itself.
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Am I Bisexual? Is That The Word?
I will never again cultivate a romantic relationship with a cis person on purpose, not in this life. I have been hurt too badly, too often, by too many people. T4T only. Inscrutable genders from outer space to the front, those that can be best described as “smell of campfire” && “a great pink shape.” && those best described as “a single chandelier earring dragging across your chest while we fuck.”