By Viola
When I was in college and stuck in the middle of writing a paper, I would take a shower. I liked showering in the elegant bathrooms in the dorms – the stalls themselves were beautiful, white and gray marble that echoed the splattering of water, the black and white basket-weave tile carefully preserved on the floor. Each shower-head had a plastic card hanging from it with instructions on how to perform a breast self-exam.
By Viola
I am on OkCupid. While I don’t specify that I’m poly, I list myself as “available” instead of “single” and made a point to answer all of the kink-related questions so that the little picture of the dominatrixesque butt shows up on my profile to act as a filter. I specify “no men, no couples.”
By Viola
So, sweet heterosexual stranger, remember that time when you started noticing the opposite sex, and one day you were taken aback by the tingly feeling in your pants?
By Viola
There are certain pillars of the kink/BDSM/fetish/leather communities that have been pushing the following message:
“Queer organizers realized that if someone knew a gay or lesbian person, they were less likely to discriminate against them. The problem was that most people didn’t know an openly gay person.
By Viola
He created the ‘It Gets Better’ video campaign. She stars in ‘Glee,’ the gayest show in the history of network TV. So we thought: who better to ask about the gay lay of the land?
–Newsweek
by Viola
I find that the gym is a great place to think.
Perhaps it’s because I’m competitive – if I can’t run faster or longer than the sweaty guy two treadmills away, I could be more productive listening to podcasts, which were either recorded graduate-level critical theory lectures, or Dan Savage. That’s right, marathon runner, I’m just as awesome.
by Viola
A few days ago, my partner and I went to Provincetown, Massachusetts for a day trip. For those who aren’t familiar with the queer fabulousness that is P-town, it’s a picturesque Cape Cod resort destination that caters to the LGBTQ crowd. When you walk down the main street, it looks like it’s Pride weekend, but it’s not – just rainbow-tastic.
by Viola
I’m pretty normal. Contrary to the popular belief of the general populus, I didn’t pop out of the womb a freak, nor did I become one.