Sofia Barrett-Ibarria

Amy Poehler's new book Yes Please is bringing about a real bitchaissance. It's time to take bitchy back.

Sometimes, actually, a lot of the time, I feel like an invisible queer.

Time to gather the coven for a celebration of the baddest, smartest and most subversively crazy-sexy-cool witches of all time.

I came out to my straight friend first. I went for the old classic. "So, have I told you I’ve been thinking about coming out? Like in a gay way?"

I’m a newly out queer person. A freshly squeezed piece of rainbow. And I have no idea what I’m doing.

I like to think of Valentine’s Day as another evening on my couch with an assortment of cheeses and confusing sexual fantasies about Jamie Oliver.

Highschoolers Sophie Hauser and Andrea Gonzale ask us to consider why periods freak us out so much as a society with their new game Tampon Run.

Because sometimes, you want super queer TV.

Ladies, dry your tears. No longer must you spend your lonely nights swiping left on Tinder (for the 374th time). Railway Romeo is here.

We think we want someone “nice” with a “sparkling personality,” but in the primal crevices of our brains, online daters just want to bone hotties.