Sister Brimstone
The fire in me is born of righteous indignation. I don’t care what holiness you claim or what heathen name you call me. I know what I am, and I stand against those who would abuse.
Author: Ashley Rebel
Hateful
Every single time I see someone post something well-meaning that suggests (or overtly endorses) hate as a solution, it hurts. That won’t work. That never works. Hate is no solution. It never has been.
I Really Don’t Know
Day in, day out, I find myself trying to make sense of the madness and coming up empty time and again. Because, come on, people. KINDNESS isn’t hard. It really isn’t. Can we please give that a try?
7 Things About Privilege That Suck
I know how jazzed you are about the idea of reading a whole article on privilege. Probably as jazzed as I am to be writing it. Which is to say, not jazzed at all. Let’s do this.
Asking for a Friend
I’ve been quiet for a while. Let’s not make it a thing. Yeah, I know. I brought it up. Okay. Fine. If you insist. Where does one find attractive lesbians who are cool with trans chicks?
When They Come
When they found him, he was incoherent. “They come in the night,” he said. Evelyn knelt beside him. She scanned his face. His eyes wandering to the floor as he muttered, “That’s when they come.”
Oh, Hey There
Coming out has been mostly positive, at least in the places where it matters the most. My friends have been fucking awesome, and not one person has cornered me and called me a freak.
The Hits Just Keep on Comin’
We like the idea of control, but we don’t have any. We SO don’t. We just comfort ourselves with the illusion of control. Things keep changing, but it’s okay. I keep changing with ’em.
Raven’s Wings
Raven turned slowly. Her hands were full, but she just dropped everything she held onto the bed and walked over to Heather. She stood before her, glowering. “Do you know what we did?” she asked.