Shedding some light on a sexual identity that is often shrugged off and misunderstood as a “phase,” a “gateway,” “homosexuality lite” or “college.”

And every time I think I know what love is, it changes. I used to be frightened by that, but not anymore. “Everything changes,” my dad once told me, in an effort to get me to come out of my room after my teenage heart was broken for the first time. “But everything stays the same too.”
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Caster Semenya: So good that her sex is called into questionWhat’s really at stake here is not whether Semenya is female, but whether she is female ENOUGH to pass our culturally rigid definitions of femaleness. And instead of honoring a remarkable young woman’s achievements, the argument hinges on the the notion that she’s too GOOD to possibly be a woman.
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Naked Girls Reading Poetryif a reigning supermodel is needed to entice people to read Stephen King, who is one of the few contemporary authors actually making money, then what chance does poetry, which is a dying art if ever there was one, have of surviving? Over a decade ago, Joseph Epstein wrote a searing article titled, “Who Killed Poetry?” And this was long before poets had to compete with the likes of The Real Housewives of Whatever County.
New year, new queer: Can Pride redeem itself?The meaning of Pride has devolved into a hyper-sexed sloshpit, albeit a colorful one. Somehow, I don’t think flashing the Illinois Lottery float to get a necklace of plastic dice is what the “movement” is really aiming for. God, if only Brandon Teena could see how far we’ve come!
Judging by the slew of hateful comments on TMZ, Perez Hilton and Towleroad, however, many of them by lesbians and gays, I’m inclined to think that we still have a very long and bumpy road ahead of us. Perez Hilton goes so far as to write that Chaz changed his gender in order to bypass a Prop 8 loophole, because being trans is clearly only useful for a gift registry at Crate and Barrel.
Tail of two cities: Sex Worker LiteratiI am something of a sex worker groupie, in that I am continually amazed and inspired by their stories, their perseverance and the occasional yeast infection remedy they provide me. Last week, when I was on “vacation” (bloggers don’t get real vacations) in New York, I was lucky enough to catch Sex Worker Literati, a new reading and performance series hosted by Audacia Ray and David Henry Sterry on the first Thursday of the month in New York City’s SoHo district.
Queer comes the brideStill, churches make me feel rebellious, even the ones that are in no way sanctioned by looney toons like Fred “God Hates Fags” Phelps. I feel like I have to defy the institution of religion in some way whenever I’m forced to participate in its rituals. Fine, I think to myself, persecute the queers all you want, but know that I’m not wearing underwear!
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The low down and go down on Online Booty CallUpon entering, I was welcomed by a beautiful woman named Casie, with bountiful décolletage, who told me about a Million Dollar Sweepstakes (I’ll get to that) and also pointed me to a blog she wrote about her top NFL draft picks. The only way Casie could have seemed more constructed as the ultimate stereotypical male fantasy would have been if she was smothered in hot wings.