After avoiding the doctor’s office for years, I finally went and came out to him. (Note: Yes, this was all an overreaction. But yeah, I stressed over this for most of the year anyway.)
Discussing the coming-out arc in Supergirl gave us a platform for a good ol’ queer bonding session.
A few weeks ago, I saw Hayley Kiyoko perform in Detroit. That’s right, I followed Lesbian Jesus to queer heaven and got baptized from her voice.
Hey everyone! A few weeks ago I bought 9 lesbian books so I thought I’d do reviews here when I finish them. All book reviews touch on genre/plot, tropes/clichés, and quality of gay content, and include spoiler and light-spoiler versions!
I don’t have too many random interactions with strangers where we talk about my queer experience, but it does happen at times. My most unexpected encounter with such a situation happened with the 15-year-old boy I acquainted on the 8-hour flight back home.
Here is a short reflection of meeting my roommate for the first time and how the religious discussion came up. As an anxious gay, it was pretty uncomfortable.
Hey gang! Today I’m talking identity labels: The good, the bad, and the hardships of label navigation. Here is my (ever-changing?) label story.
What kind of queer blogger would I be if I wasn’t talking about Hayley Kiyoko’s debut album? If you’re here looking for an unbiased album review, you’re in the wrong place. Here I talk about her, the album, her other songs, and about how much I love her.
Would I really be a gay blog if I didn’t talk about Love, Simon? This post contains no plot spoilers, but some lines of dialogue re: Simon’s experience. Continue reading
Hi everyone! I have been nominated for the Liebster Award by the wonderful angrybushbaby. To my knowledge, the Liebster Award helps build blogging communities by recognizing small blogs (less than 200 followers). I’m really thankful to be part of this! My blog is about pride, struggle, acceptance, and humanity, with a queer spin as the name suggests. Here are the rules of the Liebster Award:
Earlier this year, my girlfriend and I celebrated 3 years together. So I’m going to keep up this light/heavy post pattern and tell you the light story of how I found the love of my life on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. [CW–Very brief mention of self-harm.]
PROLOGUE: THE TUMBLR POWER STRUGGLE.
Coming out to people in your life is a never-ending and often difficult process. But coming out to yourself? It’s a crisis that starts in your childhood. You spend innocent years constructing an identity that feels like the ghost of who you really are.
I didn’t realize I was queer until I moved out and started college. I joke about how college changed my life because it made me gay, but I definitely had plenty of signs in the past that my heteronormative and internally-homophobic self-denied, as if I got extra Heterosexual EP Points every time I ignored it. So here lies my ignorance, my denial, my heteronormativity, and my literal stupidity.
To celebrate National Coming Out Day, I want to share the email I sent to my parents last summer while I was visiting my girlfriend in England. This email is completely unedited and contains a lot of details of my trip before working up the nerve to tell them (the coming out section is in bold). To anyone who is not out yet, do not feel guilty about it. You do not owe people in your life your identity. And if you choose to tell people over texts or emails, or anything that is not in person, that is okay. The average person does not have to struggle like you do, so do not feel bad for making it easier for yourself.
Imagine this: You are a nineteen-year-old college girl who has never had sex before. You’ve never even had a boyfriend. You think about dating your guy friend’s roommate simply because he’s into you, even though he isn’t your type. But what is my type? You ask yourself, wondering why you haven’t had a boyfriend before. What a silly thing to ask yourself, you know what your type is.
For the very end of biweek, I have compiled a list of bisexual women that I’ve watched on TV and analyzed their quality of bisexual representation. Here we go!
It was the second semester of my freshman year in college, the first time on my own. This was not a good time in my life. The introvert in me formed a shell of isolation, growing thicker by the day. I went to class, I came straight back, I ate a ton of food, I did the freshman fifteen cliché, and I found no new friends that would last a lifetime like I’d been told. I was struggling to find who I was. (Not to be dramatic but I was literally having an identity crisis.) For the first time, and I would say only time, I was truly unhappy.