We must go further as a society have to be mindful that not everybody identifies as a girl, woman, or lady just as much not everybody identifies as a man or boy. I am not saying that everyone should stop using the phrase “hey guys” or “hey ladies”, but people should grow to be mindful that not everyone identifies as a man or a woman.
When it feels like there’s no way to help yourself get through the day, rely on the most basic aspects of self-care and don’t worry about bigger goals.
It’s a very common theme among SPDers, especially on our group threads: how do I explain SPD to those who love and care about me and who truly want to understand?
As it turned out, there was always a plan B. And as I realized this, I began to rediscover the fun and joy and curiosity of cooking.
When I first came to terms with my genderqueerness, it felt as if years of conditioning had washed away from me and I was able to live authentically as myself
The end goal of my individual healing process is to be able to remember trauma stories without turning any of the difficult feelings inward on myself, to learn to release that energy instead like I did on the rock by the river and make space for new emotions and experiences. I would like to see my survivor’s guilt replaced with self-love, with understanding, and with hope
Despite the election atmosphere being what I can only describe as toxic, something did grow in my children.
For those of us committed to self and collective liberation, it is when we fuck up that we need love the most.
So many of the things we talk about in femme spaces revolve around trauma, violence, sexual assault and how we survive within a heteropatriarchal society. As fat femmes, our bodies are an affront to traditional beauty standards, white feminism and masculine-centered queer spaces.
When I wake up in the morning, I always reach for my phone. The best mornings start with cumbias in the background. I put on my favorite mix, and throw on a shirt, made by […]
Sleep has become a privilege given to those who have enough time, money, and social status to afford it.
When you’ve been with someone of the so-called “opposite” gender for a while, it can start to feel like your queerness doesn’t really matter anymore, or like it isn’t even really there.
When my anxiety, panic, and depression caught up with me, my need to restrict became overwhelming. Habitually and thoughtlessly, like clockwork, I’d stop eating again, and watch my body shrink before my eyes. It was never just about being thin. It was about managing the only thing in my life I had absolute control over.
True disability justice has to happen inside disability movements, too. We can’t gain ground for disabled people as a group if we are pushing others within our own communities into the margins. Ultimately, we need to break down all the barriers that are preventing some of us from accessing the same care that others take for granted.
When I went to my first corset booth at a Steampunk convention, I was very embarrassed. I had only seen corsets in the media on very thin models, so I was sure that no one would make a corset big enough to fit me. But much to my surprise, this was the first shopping experience I had had where I did not feel out of place and as though everyone were wondering why I was there. Through this journey I have learned to feel less ashamed of myself and follow my own beauty standards.