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The life changing magic of not giving a shit.
A few years ago, I wrote a magazine profile about a woman who was, how shall I put this, a prodigious liar. She lied frequently about her background, about her accomplishments, about her role within her company. And she lied to me on multiple occasions, spinning stories I absolutely knew were false even in that…
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I see myself in you.
As a general rule, I consider myself a person who approaches scientific findings with a healthy dose of skepticism. Not because I don’t trust science or scientists (this is not about to take a hard right turn into anti-vaxxism, don’t worry); but because, as the daughter of not one but two scientists, I’m very very…
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Great bisexuals of history
As a mouthy broad with a spicy sense of humor it is not unusual for me to get into Twitter scrapes. Sometimes they are terrible — there was one time when I had to lock my account for a few days due to fallout from a dumb joke about New York* — but sometimes, they…
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The inescapable male gaze.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if a young woman enjoys making out with other women in public spaces, and especially in spaces where straight men are present and potentially observing, that she will be decried as a “fake bi” or a party girl, or, you know, just a lady whose sapphism is entirely…
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Triangulation.
Over the past few years, as I’ve been reevaluating large chunks of my adult life and especially my early twenties, there’s a question that I find myself continually coming back to: why, exactly, did young me have as many threesomes as she did? By the time I was in my thirties I was a real…
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Who counts as bi?
A few years ago, back when I was first attempting an internalized biphobia detox, I picked up a copy of Bi Any Other Name, an anthology of essays from 1991 all about, you guessed it, being bi. While the essays themselves were hit or miss (it was an anthology of essays, it comes with the territory),…