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Cynical And Southern: NY’s Gay Marriage Law And My New Sense Of Validation
Me as a blushing bride in 1992. New York. The state in which I grew up. The state I fled from in my 20s.m The state where I frequently vacation in my 30s. I loved her. I hated her. Then I fell back...
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Personal Narratives: Émile Bonnet: Tales of A Teenage Crossdresser And His...
Crossposted with permission from Mommy Fiercest. View the original post here. Just a A French Teenage Crossdresser & His Mistress, c. Mommy Fiercest I had decided that I would fall in love with...
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Not Your Average Prom Queen: Becoming an Intellectual
I’ve always wanted to be an intellectual. I want to use that word because it conjures images of Paris in the 1920s, rather than words like nerd or geek which have the unending pejorative context of a...
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Cynical And Southern: Finding Caylee’s Crime Scene At 3 AM
The memorial where Caylee's bones were found Something drew me there. Part of it was morbid curiousity. Part of it was my fascination with criminal psychology. Part of it was my investment in the hype...
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Personal Narratives: The Incredible Vanishing Queer
Submission by Christina Cauterucci, first-time contributor c. Wikimedia Commons In a society that still persecutes queer couples brave enough to show affection in the public sphere, the make-outs and...
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Personal Narratives: Meeting My Inner Misogynist, or The Day I Became A Real...
Feminist club... no girls allowed! I didn’t become a real feminist until I met my inner misogynist. I was surprised to meet her, but more surprising was the guise under which she had remained hidden...
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Personal Narratives: Going Native: Queering the Field
Crossposted with permission from Luke Hall, Pasture-Raised Queer. For a while in my life I wanted to be an anthropologist. Had plans for the PhD. Though, a trip to India opened my eyes and I decided...
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Personal Narratives: A Nation In Distress: Back When We Had Only Been At War...
Crossposted with permission from MommyFiercest. I wrote this when I was younger and more idealistic. It was the summer of 2006 and three long years after the invasion of Iraq. I was working full time...
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Cynical And Southern: What If My First Sexual Experience Had Been Positive?
I was a horny teenager. I’ll probably be a horny eighty-year-old. But my teenage sexuality was especially intense. My blossoming pent-up libido was tucked safely in my rib cage and my groin. I was...
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Personal Narratives: Community
Crossposted with permission from Pasture Raised Queer’s Luke Hall. I grew up in a Southern Baptist family in the Bible Belt- Kentucky. As a kid and teenager, I went to church three times a week: Sunday...
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My Fabulous Disease: Outliving My Father
Crossposted with permission from Mark S. King The descriptions of his decline, in whispered calls from back home, had a dreadfully familiar feel to them. Weight loss at a frightful pace. Losing...
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Not Your Average Prom Queen: No Shave, No Date
The long grass of my family backyard concealed a forgotten tool, which I discovered with the shin of my right leg on a Sunday morning the summer that I was 11. I had gotten up early to swim in the pool...
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Personal Narratives: Covering: The Modern Burka of Queerdom
Crossposted with permission from Luke Hall, Pasture-Raised Queer When I decided to start blogging about my experience with quitting my job and leaving the city behind to work on a farm I thought about...
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Personal Narratives: Gay Flirting
Submission by TNG Contributor K. Kriesel A cousin of mine — a straight man — has worked on the railroad for decades. About ten years ago he had to get glasses and, because of the nature of his work,...
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Personal Narratives: We Are The Rainbow
Submission by Jeffrey Goodwin, first-time contributor It was as sunny a day as I’d ever seen on October 11, 2009 in Washington, D.C. The breeze was crisp and cool with a hint of autumn on it. Somewhere...
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Not Your Average Prom Queen: Maybe I Wasn’t Clear The First 10 Years
I turn 29 on the 29th of next month. I am not at all bothered by the fact that I am ending my 20s, or that I am swiftly approaching 30. Those things mean nothing to me besides the fact that I’m...
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Cynical And Southern: Does My Gaydolescence Ever Have To End?
A night out with my friends I don’t ever want to grow up. Thankfully because I am gay I’m allowed a longer lease on my youth. I am 36 years old. I still have rock star posters on my wall. I love my...
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Personal Narratives: Coming Out…Of the Closet…Of the Barn…Over and Over and...
Crossposted with permission from Luke Hall, pasture-raised queer I came out of the closet about 11 years ago. Told my friends, told my parents, and for the most part the closet has been in my past....
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The Adventures of the Boi Wonder: Cold In Human Arms
“Hold me, hold me in your arms Well, now heal me, heal me with your touch Your touch keeps me hangin’ on” –”Hold Me In Your Arms” by the Black Keys I don’t hug people. It is something that people tend...
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Not Your Average Prom Queen: The End of High School Friendships
Photo Credit: ArtisticZen on WikiCommons Everyone was talking excitedly when you came walking over to the buzzing cluster of girls standing close together near the lockers. You hadn’t had a sleepover...
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Cynical And Southern: I Use My Cell More To Avoid People Than Talk To Them
I stood in the club. Jennifer Lopez blared out of the speakers. An endless parade of shirtless douchebags nudged and elbowed me. My friends were in the bathroom and I stood alone. I reached for my cell...
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Cynical And Southern: Our Queer Voices United And Rocked Easton Mountain
Me and some of the musicians that performed at Easton Mountain Terrified. I was terrified to leave my apartment, to leave my city, and to leave my state. A thousand miles away I was being waited for on...
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Personal Narratives: Nothin’ but a Number
Submission by Walter Hawkins A few weeks ago, I suffered a birthday. At my age, I no longer care to celebrate birthdays. I merely endure them, as inconspicuously as possible, and hope no one else...
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The Adventures of the Boi Wonder: Dealing with Interpersonal Trauma
, via Wikimedia Commons”]By Russss, taken from Wikimedia Commons “I’m so tired, sheep are counting me No more struggle, no more energy No more patient and you can write that down It’s all too crazy and...
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The Adventures of the Boi Wonder: Sheltered Minds
“Search for meaning in sores The sentences they might form It’s the grammar of skin Peel it back, let me in Look for hope in the dark The shadow cast by your heart It’s the grammar of faith No more...
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