Summer shorts, Kristen Stewart and dino dykes.

Some seem relevant, at least to my interests (.camp) and some seem like a facepalm waiting to happen (.sexy). But the one you haven’t seen quite yet is .gay, though not for lack of trying.

“Gayest City”… not so much. But we’re cooler than you think!

Following NY Mag’s inexcusable cover story on sexual predator Terry Richardson, our own Robin and Carly bring you “Neither Artist Nor Predator: The Mary Dickerson Story.”

I emailed my dad, Bruce, and my grandma, Phyllis, and asked if they’d like to have a three-generational conversation inspired by the book. They agreed, and so we all read it and converged on my dad’s house to discuss.

Tiny little banners jazz up any situation. Also, people will be really impressed with you.

Elicia Sanchez is a stand-up comedian living and joking in Seattle though this week she has temporarily relocated to Angelus Oaks as part of the talent line-up for A-Camp.

Boy do y’all love to read about rope bondage!

1. Communication. 2. Lots of communication. 3. So much communication. 4. No really, communicate. 5. Seriously just talk about things!!!!

“I used that lip gloss, that purple holographic, because I knew it would look great on her, but I wanted it to look like she just ate some futuristic fruit and she was so happy about it she didn’t bother to wipe her face. The glitter in her hair looked like a halo in the dark. After the portrait she told me she planned on sprinkling glitter in her fro on a regular basis.. She couldn’t stop smiling.”

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Topics include the new face of hunger, The Olive Garden, CeCe McDonald, college rankings, sitcom cities, Amway, PTSD, “hiking while black” and moar!

You’ve got swagger, fashion, comedy, whiskey, geeky pick-up lines and the coolest klub on the mountain!

There is so much LGBTQ Canadian awesomeness in this post that we can hardly believe it exists (there’s a PLAYLIST, even!), but that doesn’t mean we don’t need some more Canadian feelings from you.

We’re looking for gutsy and ambitious reporters who wanna join the best team ever and get paid to write about stuff that matters.

“In fact, the strain of hiding my illness would likely have caused me to break down with even more frequency. How would she have coped with those dysphoric, hallucination-ridden breakdowns — and how would I have dealt with her uneducated reactions?”

“Megan and I took our hippie bullshit feelings back to Bonnaroo this summer and it was everything we dreamed it would be and a couple of things we didn’t want or enjoy, like heatstroke.”

Julie wants me to say, “Nothing brings you to comedy.” I guess she means, we were always funny and attracted to funny people so that’s why we are here. And that it wasn’t necessarily a choice. We were born this way. Now she wants me to say, “YES BITCHES, BRANDY WAS BORN THAT WAY.”

Abbie has a collection of uni-ball roller pens and the coolest bangs south of the Mason-Dixon Line.

Around 4:20 a.m. on May 26, an armed gunman pulled up beside us and opened fire on our vehicle… the bullet shattered my phone, took out a chunk of my left wrist, and knocked out a dozen of my teeth.