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Mar. 7th, 2015
* started my laundry
* switched yesterday's laundry (thanks whoever left it in the washer—sarcasm optional)
* retrieved yesterday's laundry from dryer
* switched my laundry
* rehung freshly-washed shower curtain
* wrote 65 hopefully okay fiction words
* retrieved my laundry from dryer
* wrote poem
* played board game with family
* flipped through a knitting book
* folded laundry
* 5 episodes of Sailor Moon
* several rows of stitches in #798 blue on cross-stitch project for Mom for Christmas (which on 22-count Aida cloth is rather smaller than anticipated)
* switched yesterday's laundry (thanks whoever left it in the washer—sarcasm optional)
* retrieved yesterday's laundry from dryer
* switched my laundry
* rehung freshly-washed shower curtain
* wrote 65 hopefully okay fiction words
* retrieved my laundry from dryer
* wrote poem
* played board game with family
* flipped through a knitting book
* folded laundry
* 5 episodes of Sailor Moon
* several rows of stitches in #798 blue on cross-stitch project for Mom for Christmas (which on 22-count Aida cloth is rather smaller than anticipated)
Buzzfeed wants queer stories
Mar. 7th, 2015 12:50 pmSeen on Tumblr:
I’m the new Deputy LGBT Editor at BuzzFeed, and I am looking for your personal essay pitches!
First and foremost, I am particularly looking for pitches from queer women of color, trans women / trans women of color, and queer women who live outside of major cities / outside the US.
More broadly: I’m interested in disrupting what we all tend to think of when it comes to the traditional gay personal essay. We’ve all been inundated with coming out pieces, and the sorts of identity-driven essays that can get talky and preachy. What I’m interested in is big ideas and intimate, narrative-driven storytelling.
I’d love to hear pitches from queer writers wherein queer identity is an important part of the story (tends to be, since it’s an important part of our lives), but without queerness being the main thrust of the piece. (Though of course it can be!) I want to convey that we, as queer people, are more than the end-results of persecution that our national LGBT reporter covers. Let’s broaden this conversation.
Are you a queer person, and did something beautiful/strange/moving/life-altering/funny/terrible/wonderful happen to you, in any part of your life, that you want to write about? Pitch me. We pay!
Looking for essays about friendships, parenting, aging, sex, bodies, careers, personal relationships to LGBT history, queer language, travel, style, health — really, sky’s the limit. Just has gotta be at least a little gay.
shannon.keating@buzzfeed.com! Look forward to reading your work.
When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.
Saturday morning at nine-forty-five found Tara sitting at a two-person table in Brewniverse, mug of ambition in one hand and cinnamon bun in the other.
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Grandmother Mairwen told me the tale of Cadair Idris, the mountain called the Giant's Chair. To put it in a nutshell: aspiring poets climbed the mountain and spent a night under the stars. Some woke mad. Some woke poets. (Grandmother seemed to think there's a difference.) Some never woke at all.
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Sistrums jangled, cymbals chimed, castanets clacked, dancers stamped. Meritamun, princess of Kemet, poured a measure of beer for the goddess Hathor and another for herself. Hathor must surely be drunk by now.
Saturday morning at nine-forty-five found Tara sitting at a two-person table in Brewniverse, mug of ambition in one hand and cinnamon bun in the other.
-
Grandmother Mairwen told me the tale of Cadair Idris, the mountain called the Giant's Chair. To put it in a nutshell: aspiring poets climbed the mountain and spent a night under the stars. Some woke mad. Some woke poets. (Grandmother seemed to think there's a difference.) Some never woke at all.
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Sistrums jangled, cymbals chimed, castanets clacked, dancers stamped. Meritamun, princess of Kemet, poured a measure of beer for the goddess Hathor and another for herself. Hathor must surely be drunk by now.