Tag: queer life

Forgotten, dismissed, discarded, boxed, and buried. There are so many things I need to let go of...

Being queer is a (cough) rainbow of emotions, that's for sure. Our community makes me feel unity and togetherness and joy and hope, and it's okay that I also feel disconnected and regretful and frustrated and tired and on and on, because family is a complex thing and — sing it with me — we

Queer sex is not like straight sex. I don't mean the body-mechanics of it, necessarily, I mean the everything else of it. The emotion, the impetus, the follow-through, the mathematics. Queer sex is just different (and better!).

To get crabs, therefore, is not simply a way to live my 70s Swinger Dream Realness, but to connect with the history of our species as I scratch an itch that transcends time.

…if I'm going to be connected to you, I'm going to be connected to *you*— crooked teeth and lightning bolts, birthmarks and bent dicks, whatever you've got, I'm okay with it. And I need you to be okay with me, because most of the things that I don't like about my prison of flesh aren't