Stories about: relationships
I can see a future reflected in the community around me; it makes the rainbow family dream I birthed this babe into feel possible again.
Queer platonic intimacy is thus the haunting spectre of a love that does nothing but simply exist. Our love for one another doesn’t do the work for capitalism.
Queerplatonic relationships shift the goalposts of what a relationship ought to be. Better yet, they tear down the game entirely.
At every point, my gender, disabilities and material circumstances put me into situations where I was at constant risk of violence and abuse.
Coming out here was tough, but that only tells half the struggles I’d faced as a queer woman in the American West.
Half the fun of being queer is disparaging the rigid traditions that manacle society to its cishet melancholy. And yet, as a throuple, we may still like to get married someday.
I want us to reclaim lesbianism from the clammy hands of TERFs. Being a lesbian isn’t about vaginas, femininity, ‘gold stars’ or exclusion.
Although the pace of change has been slow, I’ve started to notice the ways that marriage equality is changing the wedding industry.
As 2022 comes to a close, we can’t help but get reflective and sentimental – cue the smiling single tear emoji – about all the wonderful articles we’ve edited this year.
From trans sex to bisexual pride, here are our most read online pieces of 2022.
As I looked around, I realised we had in fact grown up to become the fairies we always dreamed of.
Sex education can, and should, begin with our younger generation – with a national curriculum designed to overcome the embarrassment factor.
I had not wanted tattoos until I came out, which is to say, until I started telling people that I was dating a woman.
We are all just reacting to our bodies’ hormonal changes, but ticking boxes in the bedroom felt like more of a priority than genuine pleasure. This glorified act started to feel a little rogue – ugly, even – and I haven’t even tried it yet.
I want horror films where protagonists wrestle with the ugliness of homophobia and transphobia, or films with explorations of queer relationship dynamics.
That feeling of aggressively holding space, of determinedly standing up and refusing to move, felt most similar to my time dating as a bisexual man.
I think of how my sister and I have nothing shared but suffering – a suffering so fragile and cumbersome it is akin to an antique vase.
I was leaning heavily on Tori Amos, yet I was misinterpreting the lyrics to affirm poisonous narratives this man was whispering in my ear.
It’s our new monthly queer film review! Strap on for fave oldies and new baby dyke films on the scene. We start with Better Than Chocolate.
We might recognise this as compulsory heterosexuality. I knew it was not exactly what was expected of me, to be warm in the hush of her bed.
I don’t need labels to remind me of that, or to tell others who I am. Don’t stick one on me. It will slide right off.
I follow a very systematic process for creating my work. The story of Camo all begins with the fabric.