Rachel Charlene Lewis

Rachel Charlene Lewis


Rachel Charlene Lewis is a writer, editor and co-founder of The Fem, a feminist literary magazine. She is a regular contributor to PRIDE.com, and has bylines in HuffPost Women, HuffPost Queer Voices, HelloFlo, HelloGiggles, and elsewhere. 

Rachel Charlene Lewis Articles

When you ask if my girlfriend and I are sisters, I am going to think you are nosy, because what difference does it make? Image: Thinkstock.

Dear Strangers: Please Stop Asking If My Girlfriend And I Are Sisters

For some reason, the idea that two women are related and together in public is somehow so exciting that it must be made known to everyone within a mile radius.

Breaking norms and trying to create something newer — and better — is going to feel strange.

Why I Tell My Partner Exactly How I Want To Be Kissed

In general, I don't believe in compromising for love. I'm not interested in a relationship where I become less of myself to make someone else happy. It's not that I want it all — it's that I know that both my partner and I deserve the most intense and unfaltering happiness and satisfaction we can bring each other.


How Dating Girls Changed My Perspective On My Own Femininity 

It was in my second year of college that a girl expressed sexual interest in me. It took me a month to realize that what I thought were hangouts were actually dates. It took me another month to realize I wanted them to be dates. As I realized I wanted her to like me, I slipped back into my old routine — my makeup got more advanced and my hair was always straightened. I still thought that to be attractive, I had to be as feminine as possible. I’d been a hardcore ally for a decade at that point, but had no idea about the politics of beauty within the queer community; I thought I was stepping back into my old role.

Over and over and over again white women ask me for things…. But it never seems to occur to them that I might not be interested in doing their work for them.

4 Ways White Feminists Perpetuate Racism

I spent my undergrad years as the president of the feminist organization, so I have a lot of experience spending time with feminists. The people I worked with were passionate, thoughtful, and often downright hilarious. And a lot of these people became my very good friends and people I admired.

Still, as my school was majority white, a lot of these feminists were white. And, sometimes, they were White Feminists.

As a woman of color, this was something that became difficult for me to navigate.

Sometimes I love sex. Other times, though, I feel too trapped in my own head to do anything sexual at all. Image: Thinkstock.

How My Anxiety Disorder Influences My Sex Life

As soon as I hit puberty, I was fascinated by sex.... As I’ve gotten older (and actually had sex), my relationship with the act has shifted. Most of this has been the result of my not only coming to terms with my body and what it does and doesn’t like, but coming to terms with another part of my existence: my anxiety disorder.

The worst part was that I didn’t feel like I could talk to anyone about it.

I Wish My Friends Would Have Asked If I Was Gay

When I told my friends I was gay, the majority of them said, "I knew it! I kept wondering why you wouldn't tell me." But they never made me feel like I could.

When I began having romantic feelings for girls, I was surprised, scared, and hesitant, but I wasn’t willing to totally shut it down.

From Straight To Queer: My Path Of Discovery

I was — for a long time — straight. And then I wasn’t.

We are queer, but we are people, too. Our uniqueness is real, and it is valuable.

On Bisexual Erasure In The Queer Community

No one should have to explain themselves to gain legitimacy. If we spend all of our time flashing our cards to get a pass into the queer club, we’re screwing ourselves over. At the end of the day, who's in charge of the gates? The white cis men who currently dominate the queer narrative?


How A Chronic Yeast Infection Taught Me The Meaning Of True Love

About a year and a half ago, I started having something a little strange go down in my nether regions.