Sofia Barrett-Ibarria

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

There’s undoubtedly a need for services that provide safe transportation sans harassment, but SheRides might run into some glaring roadblocks.

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

If you can pull yourself from the onslaught of fall TV that’s streaming from every imaginable device . . . you need to watch "Hormones."

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

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.

While Cher, Dolly Parton, and Beyonce draw a sizeable portion of their fanbase from the gay community, these gay icons don’t actually identify as gay.

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.

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?"

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