Chelsea Cristene

Chipping away at the problem of bisexual erasure starts with living truth out loud.

Knowing a few compulsive liars over the course of my life has taught me some things. Living during Trump’s presidency has reinforced them.

Thank you, Isolde, for making me pause, for encouraging me to ditch the pocket computer for conversation with someone new.

I see no such kerfuffle over straight men at gay bars, so it appears that this brand of exclusivity is Dicks Only.

The first rule: Unrequited love sucks. The second rule took regrettably longer for me to get a handle on: My unilateral crush was not this guy’s problem.

Wanting a child and wanting to experience childbirth are two very different things.

If Trump is right (there’s a first time for everything) and we need to state what a problem is before solving it, then let’s state it now. Radical white terrorism.

I reject the insistence that a woman can’t choose what makes her feel beautiful without regard for the judgement of others.

Anyone who has been a victim of abuse will tell you that the burden of emotional labor is enormous, and that it’s amplified by the pressure to keep quiet.