Hoarding my notifications was essentially an ego boost. It was a shield to hide the fact that I was insecure in my friendships and in myself • Collage ℅ Mehmet Geren
Hoarding my notifications was essentially an ego boost. It was a shield to hide the fact that I was insecure in my friendships and in myself • Collage ℅ Mehmet Geren
Our identities are inextricably linked to our voices and the words we choose to speak, which were celebrated with the written and spoken contributions in our “Worth of Words” series • Art ℅ Franz Falckenhaus
Alright, how do I phrase this without sounding like I’m asking her to join a pyramid scheme? • Collage ℅ Tyler Spangler
I’m learning to reacquaint myself with a body I disassociated from • Collage ℅ the author
The sunken feeling of isolation and discomfort about my body was heightened by the lack of period talk I had growing up • Photo ℅ Man Repeller
My family would say, almost with a pitch of joy, that I sound “white”, but I’d say that I simply sound lost. I’m in search of a tongue, one I can truly call my own, that I lost at the age of four • Photograph ℅ Gabriela Mendez
The tragic part of this scenario is that exactly no one was surprised at adult men’s ease in sexualizing a high-school-aged girl • Photo ℅ Hoof Print
What’s frustrating about the term “basic” is that it is exclusively used to define people who identify as womxn • Illustration ℅ Laryoo
As someone who’s openly and vocally queer, straight people often try to connect with me through queer culture • Photo source unknown ℅ Pinterest
This pride is all encompassing and intersectional and it lasts, unwaveringly, all year long • Photograph ℅ Jesse Chamberlain
English wasn’t my first language. The very first words I used to communicate were in a mixture of Turkish and Karachay-Balkar • Collage ℅ Pablo López Bueno
In this longform piece, Lead Camp Counselor Natalie Geisel uncovers the history, trials, and tribulations of the online queer dating scene • Illustration courtesy of Autostraddle
The other kids spoke like they ostensibly belonged — belonged with each other, belonged at school, belonged in Canada. Their English flowed and lilted, like music to my ears; my English sounded broguish and inelegant and choppy • Art ℅ “Oh Eun Bi” by Shon Ji Min
If you’ve kept up with MTV’s latest sexually fluid season of Are You The One, then you’re already familiar with the transmasculine nonbinary heartthrob that is Kai West. If not (seriously, hurry up), let me quickly fill you in • Image ℅ Kai West
When you become friends with someone, there is no way of knowing what hardships they will go through. Your friendship should be one of love and support, which may manifest itself in different ways, especially when things don’t always go according to plan • Art ℅ Pierre Marie Vitoux
Growing up, my rare disease took almost everything from me: my ability to walk, to attend school, to regulate temperature, the list goes on • Collage ℅ Tyler Spangler
In this longform piece, Camp Counselor Elena Phethean investigates “Can porn and feminism coexist?” • Photo ℅ Unbound Babes, which you can shop here
First and foremost, there is no such thing as talking white. Using this phrase perpetuates the stereotype that black people as a whole talk improperly • Collage of Nina Simone ℅ Victoria Villasana
The problem is not with whimsical, adventurous, artistic and unconventional women; the problem is with writers who think these women only exist to further the storylines of men • Film Still ℅ The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
In lieu of its season finale airing on Sunday, Euphoria celebrates queerness and candidly illustrates the harsh realities of anxiety and addiction • Photograph ℅ HBO