This episode is all over the place, but Betty from Bomb Girls tries to cop a feel. So there’s that.

If you have read Autostraddle even once, it’s likely that you’ve seen some of Marika’s brilliance in the comment section. She is one of our most frequent commenters, and she was kind enough to chat with me about science, hammocks, food, and family.

and also in love, obvs.

“Being butch is something I have both been my entire life and something that I have chosen.”

Remember A-Camp? I do, like it was yesterday! Let’s talk about it.

“But then Mulan came charging out of the closet, and one million homos stood up and said I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT, MOTHERFUCKING HONOR TO US ALL.”

Riese, Alex and Vikki will all be in Atlanta October 17th-19th for Salon LGBTQ, the world’s first national LGBTQ social media conference and you should be too!

Bo is indeed lost for this entire episode, but Kenzi, Jenny Schecter and George Takei pick up the slack.

Get out your dream journal!

This week on Glee, everybody took turns dressing up like idiots and my gay boyfriend Adam Lambert showed up to sing a tune or two!

Exciting new musical things from Clinical Trials, Sparrowhawks and Lila Rose. Also, Carly thinks y’all are really gonna love Kate Boy.

“For some reason this movie really wants us to know that sometimes Britney and Jamie Lynn have wrestling matches and Jamie Lynn always wins.  Picture that for a minute.  Now move on.”

The weed fairy’s coming, Colorado’s in the doghouse, and there’s a straight chick making a living as a male model. Or something like that. I was too busy licking the lesbianism off of my Samoas, actually.

This week in bears, summer Somer and a post-camp feelings!

“I want queers who feel familiar… I want to wonder if we knew each other in a past life.”

Time to announce the winners of our A-Camp Campership Raffle, a raffle inspired by your supreme ability to get us past the $80k mark in our big amazing awesome fundraiser!

The girls are cute, the beers are cold and Andrea Gibson is in town. Need we say more?

“For these campers, I was their Joan of Arc. It’s like, I’m Joan, and their vag is the ark.”

This is our time to listen to the songs of summer love and gush to each other about those moments of perfect queer summer bliss.

National Poetry Slam 2013! We laughed, we cried, we stayed up until ungodly hours of the night to cheer on our friends and favorites.