Being a single mother is no joke. You will go through many emotions and you will go through many a moment where you feel alone because you are doing the job of two people. You feel left out because everyone at family events has their husbands there, while you walk in with your four kids.
A 24 kilómetros de Sanford, Florida, y doce años antes de que se hiciera famosa por la muerte de Trayvon Martin, un pulidor de mármol del tercer turno en un hotel de moda en Orlando, sienta a su hijo de trece años y le explica cómo ser negro delante de la policía.
Explore, explore, explore! The best way to promote fat sexuality is to talk about it with other fat folks, especially fat folks of color, queer fat folks, trans* fat folks, and fat folks with disabilities. So, I’m inviting you all into this discussion with an altered Salt ‘n’ Pepa quote: “Let’s talk about (fat) sex!”
When people accuse trans women of being hypersensitive drama queens, they discount the immense resolve that it takes for us to assert our own validity. They don’t realize how much we let slide, how much hate and degradation we suffer with a smile. They fail to appreciate how truly radical the act of loving our bodies is.
I have been susceptible to triggering for about two and a half years. I developed health anxiety and, whenever I am exposed to things relating to death and certain illnesses, I suddenly and quite dramatically feel all-encompassing panic spread through my entire body. Sometimes, it goes away in seconds; at other times, it lingers for weeks, making it difficult to function normally until my mind reaches equilibrium again.
I married someone who was a good match for my appetites but, because of medical emergencies and life-saving medicines, my husband lost that part of himself. I’m not talking about dysfunction alone; I’m speaking of the loss of intimacy and desire.
How, I wondered, could being fat possibly be okay when everybody and everything in my life before now had so adamantly insisted that being fat is unfortunate, at best – and utterly unacceptable, at worst?
There is an aspect of the model minority myth that is rarely talked about: the notion that Asian American people do not experience mental health issues. From this perspective, the model minority myth is particularly damaging for Asian American folks. Through the false lens of the myth, Asian Americans are perceived as healthy, wholesome, straightforward, and uncomplicated. It presents a deceptive picture of their mental and physical health.
Her future is literally made of chances for her rambunctiousness to sour, her curiosity to wane. She’s a smart girl in a world where that’s too often treated like a contradiction. The smartest girls are the ones who thrive, but they’re also the ones that others fight hardest against. I’m scared to tell her it’s lonely being smart and courageous and her, but that it’d be a damn shame for her to try being anything else.
It wasn’t until the tail end of college that I started suspecting that I might actually be different. I had a friend who would always complain that she was “soooo horny.” I felt confused, as I was pretty sure I’d never had the experience of being horny…until I found myself falling for HIM. And more than that, I realized I wanted to do more with him. I was starting to understand demisexuality as part of the asexual spectrum,