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I named my kid Juniper, do I make the list?

Would’ve loved to see a gender neutral pronoun here. We do have a few ladies in the Congress after all...

Another reminder of why being a DYKE is so fucking great!

I went to a Senator Ron Wyden town hall in my district. He is a high-ranking dem and very prolific bill sponsor whose actions I agree with most of the time. It was deeply disappointing. There were raffle-style questions from constituents, but mostly he just repeated the same talking points in a very self-aggrandizing,

Didn’t know I could enjoy a bio queen like I just enjoyed the shit outta that performance. Cate is truly wonderful and I loved that she shared the stage with the actually qweens in residence at the end. Bless.

Most people have access to a library. Free books!

Omg reading these responses...fucking straight people are so complicated. Your partner shouldn’t be some mysteriously intentioned pressure-wielding force in you life/on yr body. Ask them what they think about bodies/your body/their body if they haven’t already told you. Do that dressed nice/hair did/body exercised

Eloquently put. Thank you. I have read so few pieces tha hit on this. Because for the poor/queers/POC/weirdos who face violence (metaphysical or real) everyday, these spaces represent another kind of safety and are important.

Because he didn’t threaten their rights and physical safety, DUH. The tea party protested in my area. They just didn’t make the news because there were 5 of them.

The mourning period had to end! I have the privilege of being white and most folks here don’t read me as queer, even though I am a witchy soft-butch dyke. So I feel safe leaving the house. Yesterday I protested in my rural community, today I am making zines and posters for my one-woman guerilla propoganda effort. My

As an obviously queer person in rural America I’m encouraged to see safety pins on folks in my community because it reminds me that not everyone out here is a hate-filled trump supporter. I’m not going to approach someone or ask for their help just because they are wearing one. It’s more like a nod of acknowledgement