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Soft-boiled eggs are the unsung hero of faux domestication.
Be safe, but don’t apologize.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: I’ve googled her name countless times, but to no avail.
Do you have pics of exes from years ago haunting the nether-regions of your photo album?
Channel your inner U-haul lesbian! For this romance is likely fleeting.
Under my punk-standard-issue Carhartt pants (the same sorts of pants my best friends’ boyfriends unironically wore all through high school), was a tattoo with lyrics from my favorite Garth Brooks song.
Dykes who call their mothers asking for their birth time: this is for you.
Creativity loves alone time.
Shave your head.
“Your mom’s a dyke, and you’re going to be just like her.”
Despite the challenges facing them at work and in the world, these four women have made incredible strides.
Duh…
Softball fields are teeming with lesbians.
To my knowledge, my mother has never read Emily Dickinson, but back then, when it came to crafting a response, she taught me to “tell the truth but tell it slant.”
I kiss my friends. And I’m so glad I do.
A gorgeous mess.
Follow these tips if staying spring sick is on your to-do list. Purr.
I’ve spent a lot of time chasing straight chicks. I spent the longest time on H.
If this show were your only representation of queer women, you would assume we cannot keep it in our pants. So, in real life, can we?
No one will remember the linens, but they *will* remember the vows.
Masturbate.
Because feelin’ is healin.’ No matter what you’re going through.
You played 7 Minutes In Heaven at an all-girls sleepover.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: Maybe the best friends are the ones you’re in love with, just a little bit.
Men don’t know what to do with black lipstick.
Daddy is an energy. Not a style.
The orange to cancel the old blue of my chin. The concealer and all the cakey foundation I misapplied. I never got used to mascara. But now, looking at my eyes, lined and primed by my mother, I see myself.
A real love story doesn’t stop when the romantic love dissipates.
Cumming out.
Dry January could change your life.
What a truly epic lesbian year it has been.
Scroll less, create more.
Sick likes to be with sick.
Do NOT get a femme an unsolicited self-help book.
Bring up a long-resolved feud with your sibling.