Many of us remember the genderbread person from Tumblr days of yore and know that gender doesn’t equal sexuality. But what about when they come together and influence each other for the better?
In a world where every online search can yield thousands of results, it can be challenging to access accurate and easy-to-understand health care information.
Generations of confused teenagers have turned to the lesbian masterdoc, a scripture for the women-loving-women community, to answer one of the world’s greatest mysteries: am I a lesbian?
In my first year of college, I decided to go to a drag show for the first time.
For as long as I can remember, the idea of ‘family’ has been an entanglement of comfort and tension — years of feeling torn between what I thought a family should be and what it actually felt like.
I was a smart kid. I read above grade level and teachers called me a pleasure to have in class. But as the lady flipped through pages and talked about body parts in a cheery voice, my forehead furrowed deeper and deeper.
Rory Sexton was living in Texas when she first received any form of sexual education — if you could even call it that.
For some people, it’s with a high school boyfriend in the back of his Honda Civic. For others, it’s with a stranger you met in college, or even on your wedding night with your new spouse.
Forget about the exact time of day — I don’t even remember the month or year of my initiation into the world of sensuality.
As a child, there was nothing more sacred than my uninterrupted, unsupervised computer time.
