Results for: meet up
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The Utopian, Queer Promise of Robyn’s “Call Your Girlfriend”
“Call Your Girlfriend” is not just a song that holds up as a classic sad bop — but as a work of art that asks us to radically reimagine how we might uncouple ourselves from each other in gentler, more entangled ways.
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Clockbeat
If you could have any superpower, what would it be?
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A Better World: Transformative Justice and the Apocalypse
As COVID-19 brings the world as we know it to and end, queer, trans and marginalized communities need to transformative justice more than ever. But what does it mean to believe in a world without punishment in the apocalypse?
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The Poet’s Choice
It takes effort to choose an ending. It’s a lot easier to get back together, to catch a flight, to miss a flight, to fuck someone else. It’s easier to be with someone until you hate them than to walk away with love.
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Writing Queer Ugandan Futures into the Present
The story of queerness in Uganda, bound as it has been to fictions about who we are and who we ought to be, is a story of resilience, love and community.
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Warning: Someone’s Body
I am coming to believe that my body is where my knowledge of the Divine lives—even when intellectual belief in God eludes me. My body has known for years that to live it would have to change.
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The Bus to Bantayan
There’s nothing like a beach date to the Northernmost tip of your home island of Cebu, Philippines to make you ponder the meaning of love and life, as part of the Filipino diaspora!
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When I Was 16 I Won a Drag Show in Florence
I spent my adolescence trying to be a boy. I wasn’t very good at it, but I tried really, really hard. I didn’t wear bright colors, I didn’t listen to pop music, I didn’t even style my hair until I was 17. I certainly wasn’t the kind of person to dress in drag. And yet I was. And yet I did. Because when I was 16 I won a drag show in Florence.
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The Autostraddle Yearbook: A Decade Of Gay Work
And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives…
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I Want Co-Star to Tell Me What to Do
Astrology was too complicated. I decided to place my trust in Co–Star.
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The Color of the Sky
I could be anything, my mother taught me. I could be anyone I wanted. Except for being an atheist lesbian — that wasn’t really on the menu.
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Cracked Apart
In the middle of a winter night in 1973, while the residents of a small island fishing town in Iceland slept peacefully in their beds, a crack opened up in a flat patch of farmland and began spewing fire.
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Who Do You Meet On the Greyhound?
A teen dyke wanders around the country in the early 2000’s, armed with an Ameripass and a journal.
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The Great Angling Lesbian Society: A History of Chicago’s Lesbian Fishing Club
For one group of Chicago lesbians in the mid-1990s, building a queer community meant sitting around a barrel fire in the freezing, rainy April night, casting smelting nets and awaiting a barrage of tiny fish.
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How to Make the MTA $Free.99
Even if it’s not overnight, New York does have the money and economy to bankroll a $Free.99 MTA. If New York were a country, it’d have the 11th biggest economy worldwide, between Canada and South Korea. If much smaller cities like Tallinn, Estonia, Kansas City, USA, Dunkirk, France and Luxembourg have rolled out free public transit using taxes and subsidies, then NYC can too.
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Our Solution to Climate Crisis Is Each Other
When we gather together, we don’t need to arrive with hope, because we have the power to create it. We will dictate the future.
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Finding Personal Power and Magic in Tarot
Church leaders wielded the idea of “the will of the Lord” in ways that forced me to surrender power and agency — but when I started reading tarot, I found a new way to move through the world.
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Finding My Innate Rage, Inner Peace and Worship in Osun
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I’d convinced myself that attempting to pull my slightly overweight and totally out of shape ass across the seven levels that made up the gigantic waterfall was an impossible dream…
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PHOTOESSAY: Merqueen of the Springs
Dive into this fantasy based world where the merqueen of the springs spreads her wings and takes up space.
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The Look We Give
There’s a look I get from black and biracial women on the trail. And there’s a look I give black and biracial women. It’s recognition: “I see you. We’re the only ones like us out here.”