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I feel like I talked about this in my last post, but let’s refresh the memory: the queer community has range . I mean, we have more relationship labels than coffee shops has combinations of options, and honestly, power to us for it. From sapphic soulmates and demisexual delights, polycules shaped like hexagons to situationships held together with eyeliner and vibes, the spectrum is W I D E, weird, and wonderful. But as someone who doesn’t truly vibe with labels myself, I’m he

Photo by Luke Heibert Let’s get one thing straight (well, queer) right out of the gate: “Queer” should be the galaxy-brain, neon-colored, glitter-splattered umbrella term of our DREAMS.  It’s supposed to be a space for all of our brilliant weirdness, the soft edges, sharp corners, the glorious liminal space and ambiguity of what it means to be human. It’s supposed  to be big. Cosmic. Unruly. Unapologetic. And yet… we are tiptoeing around linguistic tripwires, debating micro-l

Or hey, maybe with a little awkwardness at first, because honestly, that’s part of the fun. Hi! I’m Sarah - your friendly neighborhood queer social worker, ocean lover, sun chaser, tattoo and body-mod appreciator, and full-on all-things-spooky enthusiast. I’m a lot of things, but at the heart of it, I’m here to create a space where you can show up as your messy, magical, unapologetic self and actually enjoy it. I also really love pleasure. Not just the “oh, that’s nice” kind,