a collection of faces and figures flooded in orange, bright green and hot pink, are scattered over a scene of crumbling pillars and doorways. and in between these figures are the gestures of the wings and petals, floating throughout.
Coming Out First Person

The Labyrinth Closet

We’re always coming out. As an: anime fanatic, manga-collecting Pokémon plushie hoarder; as a giddy, youthful ray of sunshine and not just the dense, American Dream-deprived immigrant, prompted over-thinker — I realize I am more than any of these individual rooms at all times.

a collage of 9 queer heads and bodies scattered across a peach background looking HOTT. all of these figures are posing to show off their current best iteration of themselves. the graphic style includes filters to that make all of the colors look brighter and deeper, and every figure has several versions of the same photo, stacked into a blur behind them.
Coming Out

Coming Out Roundtable: Like A Can Of Pringles, Once You Pop The Fun Don’t Stop

We’re getting ready for Coming Out Day. “I also passive aggressively came out to my parents by posting a Facebook status on National Coming Out Day sixish years ago? They both liked it….and then we didn’t really talk about it? I introduced them to my then girlfriend about eight months later? I guess I technically passive aggressively came out to a lot of people in that Facebook post…”

LGBT History

Monica Roberts Remembered Us. Now We Remember Her.

Every time I crossed paths with Monica Roberts, I was always surprised by how tight she held me as we hugged — Now, so many young Black trans people can look to her as an ancestor. Every trans journalist is indebted to the space Monica has carved out for us. Every trans person owes her a great deal for forcing the world to see us in our unmistakable worth.

two women, one green and one blue, lie together nude in grass with stalks of lavender. the green woman is behind the blue one, spooning her, with an arm on her shoulder.
AF+ Lesbian Sex

S L I C K: Duckling

First I became a cloud-woman. Min had always liked watching them as a child, one of her only good memories from that period. I lifted up my skirts, let her lap up my water. Her mouth was covered in dew when I kissed her.