Excerpt from FAILURE TO APPEAR by Emily L. Quint Freeman I thread my way to a booth, as spotlights illuminate the stage in alternating red, white, and blue. Three drag queens strut onto the stage as confetti falls from the ceiling, the crowd roaring its approval. The DJ puts on “Lola†by the Kinks at […]
Mid-kiss, do you ever wonder who you are, who you’re kissing, where it’s leading? It can feel luscious, libidinal, friendly, but are we trying to make out something through our kissing? For Kathryn Bond Stockton, making out is a prism through which to look at the cultural and political forces of our world: race, economics, […]
Of course, there is Helen. Helen of Troy. Helen of Sparta. Helen of the golden-hair and honey-voice. Helen of the swan-neck, the white arms, the silver-sandals. Helen of the terrible beauty. Helen of the thousand ships. Helen of the rosy dawn of history, six hundred years, more or less, before Sappho. That Helen. Helen, before and […]
Did you know that, in the past 3 years, the men’s games generated $49.9 million and the women’s, $50.8? Well, right there that tells the story...
When you sign up for a matchmaking service, you agree to let go of some control and someone else do the picking for you.
In the early 1980s, Merril Mushroom wrote BAR DYKES, a one act play about the gay bar culture of the 1950s.
April is the month of Aries, fiery, impatient, impulsive, in a hurry, the adventurer, full of energy and enthusiasm and quick to anger...
So, the cats could stay, but what about the Lesbians? We were, mildly reticent about our visibility on Airbnb’s world stage.
Pisces is the sign of vision, spirituality, dreams, imagination, compassion, and sacrifice for the good of the whole. It’s the sign of Universal Consciousness, sort of like seeing the forest, but missing the trees. The details are left to its opposite sign of Virgo.
Finally, I looked down at the floor and mumbled, “I think I might be a homosexual.†The doctor considered while he took this in. My heart beat frantically. It seemed I must be struck dead, that the stucco walls of his house would hate me, crush me. This was in the spring of 1957. The Doctor said...
Hang on, it's going to be a wild ride!
Robin
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