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Admitting That You’re Home: A Photo Diary
A girl spends 19 days in rural Tennessee with her girlfriend and her family, takes a million pictures, then tells her whole life story in just under 4,000 words. What's not to love?
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I Hope You Remember
In church that morning, I didn’t see any of that. Instead, I saw the tears you shed the first time you saw me after telling your son that I was spitting in the face of God.
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How We Survived Lesbian Bed Death
This is not as rewarding as that "spice up your marriage" advice columnist promised it would be.
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Linked Like We Once Were
It was so easy to stay in touch until it wasn’t: Until my resentment exceeded my love for her, until her fear exceeded her hope. But the world we made lingers.
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Say My Name, Mey’s My Name
The journey to finding and deciding on my real name, Melinda Valdivia Rude, took about four years.
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This Never Happened
On family, memory, scar tissue, a 1999 Red Sox game, unreliable narrators, and setting the story straight.
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Say My Name, Mey’s My Name Pt. II: Independent (Legally a) Woman
"As I write about my name now, I feel strength, and contentment and comfort and home. I feel more like myself than I ever have before."
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The Absolute Worst Thing A Boy Could Ever Be
Grieving a friend lost to suicide in childhood, the effects of harmful compulsory masculinity, and looking around at a life that could just barely have been imagined then.
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Things Men Tell You When They Think You’re One of Them
"It was a predatory smile that he flashed at us, the rest of his pack, expecting us to become predators with him and start howling along."
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A Guide To Falling In Love For Hopeless Fools Who Can’t Read Maps
"You’re at a party; you’re on vacation; it’s your lunch break. You feel good, or maybe just bored, or maybe a little reckless, and you scan the room, the beach, the restaurant. You stop scanning. And...
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Lying’s the Most Fun a Girl Can Have
"I identified as a heterosexually-inclined bisexual when I started giving hand jobs for money, and I left more or less a lesbian. It wasn't the only factor in that transformation, but boy was it a...
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