My son is gay. Or he’s not. I don’t care. He is still my son. And he is 5. And I am his mother. And if you have a problem with anything mentioned above, I don’t want to know you

Drag racing down 17th Street – hard to believe but DuPont on Tuesday night got even gayer. Purple, rainbow-shitting unicorn gay.

Matt Johnson (of Matt & Kim) talks Halloween costumes, booty shaking, and cow patties.

Oct 3rd, starting at 4pm and stretching till 10 Lil Miss Whiskey’s was chock full of ladies who enjoy the naked company of other ladies (and many friends of ladies with such predilection).

Why do we queer ladies have tendencies to talk about an object of desire, or formerly desired, in the crassest terms imaginable? Also, OMG shoes.

I hope the world has been doing all its chores, not back talking mother, and generally been on best behavior because the world is mad lucky to have Screaming Females unleashed upon it.

Homos, can we please do our part to put the term “fag hag” to rest? The phrase hurts my teeth.

I’ve been on a space kick lately. Not in a Hubble telescope, woe is the plight of NASA sort of way, but in the way people (especially the homo sort) occupy and own both physical and digital space. Occupying space can be powerful just as it can be mundane. Occupying space can be protest or accident or elevator. At the bar, on the bus, in the office, in line at the post office: the way we interact with space ripples into the existence of our surrounding others. We do space constantly, unconsciously, and with varying degrees of privilege.

I’m interested in the ways the queer (and our amazing homo-loving friends and community contributing activists in general) occupy space with intent. How we possess space.

GR!DC is a weeklong camp packed, Packed, PACKED with musicality. Workshops are held in classrooms named after rock, rap, soul, blues, punk, R&B, etc. female icons. Each workshop offers students a rich taste of one facet music has to offer them, what they have to offer music, and each other.