The Comment Awards And Their Cat Have Matching Rainbow Tanktops
“Wow, I’m hot, I want to make out with me.”
“Wow, I’m hot, I want to make out with me.”
I asked her if I could have a human-sized cat cone, the one that makes it looks like your head is poking through a piece of toast. Sadly, I cannot — but I can get the brace I need in Tennessee Lady Vols orange, so at least I can support my favorite team while also making sure the top half of my body is the color of a construction cone so I don’t get hit by any cars.
Carmen has led the editorial team with compassion, pragmatism and heart. She brings to the table bright hopes for our future and a deep love for the roots of this strange little website.
What’s next for Autostraddle? What’s on the horizon? What makes our little queer publication GO? Join our senior team for an Autostraddle Town Hall & find out!
We’ve never run a member drive during Pride month before, but here we are, trying it! This June, we’d love to leave rainbow capitalism to the heterosexuals and focus on investing in our community year-round.
“Snail4snail seems to be a very good match, I can say.”
“Would absolutely watch this movie directed by Celine Sciamma.”
“As a Texan, I’m here to tell you: you can fry ANYTHING.”
“The last quiz revealed I am Anne Lister’s boots. Now my gender is ‘a tiny piece of arugula stuck between Tilda Swinton’s teeth.’ I can see where this is coming from but I am starting to feel slightly concerned.”
“Just surround yourself with dogs and keep chanting, ‘I was a lesbian in 1974.'”
“Does Girls Out of Hell describe the women I read about or me who intrigue me, live in my head rent free, and continuously pull me in like a moth to flame? Hell yeah!”
“I took the quiz twice and got Mr. Rogers’s sneakers and Anne Lister’s boots, which is the best (most aspirational) compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
This series will offer real, practical knowledge to readers who are living through the pandemic’s aftershock. Deadline for submissions is May 7!
“I definitely played rugby with the 2004 version of the Hey Mamas lesbians.”
“Has there ever been anything so relatable on this site?”
“…To get some bread…for toast.”
Here’s what I’m looking for: Short stories, 5,000 words or less. You, the author, must identify as trans. If you think you are trans, you are trans.
“I’m not picking raptor! I know what will happen if I pick raptor!”
“Say you were on a panel and the question came up. How would you explain it to Brie?”
You are better than magic, you are real, and without you none of this would be possible.