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2013: The Year of the Ninja

Last year at this time, we told you that we wanted to take 2013 by storm. We wanted you to storm right along with us. And guess the f*ck what?! WE DID. WE ALL DID.

This year, we filmed 25 webcasts all across America, starting in Niagara Falls, stopping in Virginia, Idaho, Tennessee, California, and eventually landing in a Delaware rest stop wearing Santa suits. We went to SXSW and did a panel on cyberbullying. We went to San Francisco pride, celebrated when DOMA was overturned, and had our interns take over NYC Pride all at the same time (ahhh!). 

We stayed live on the internet for a TWENTY FOUR HOUR StageIt fundraiser, and found out the true meaning of delirium while you helped us raise $5,000 in just one day. You then helped us raise $53,000 dollars to start The Parents Project, a first-of-its-kind digital resource for parents of LGBTQ youth. We filmed our first four videos for parents, in partnership with, to help speak to the many questions that families face.

We wrote a book that comes out this October.

We began Second Opinions, where a panel of writers with various backgrounds and experiences add different and much-needed perspectives to our work. We collaborated with MTV to write a weekly advice column focused on sex and relationships, and also began writing for Autostraddle.

Dannielle moved to Los Angeles.
Kristin got married.

We traveled to high schools and college campuses across the US, including events at The College of Idaho, University of Tennesee at Chattanooga, The Paul Cuffee School, Virginia Tech and The Brooklyn Friends School. We spoke on a panel with the founders of the Lesbian Herstory Archives in Brooklyn about the changing face of activist work from the 1970s to the present day.

We were named one of the Top 25 Significant Queer Women of 2013 by Velvet Park magazine.

As usual… none of this would have been possible without your continued and unparalleled support of our work. We can never thank you enough for fueling us, in every way, to reach far beyond our biggest hopes for ourselves and for Everyone Is Gay. This coming year holds so much in store for all of us, and we are so excited to begin it with you. 

Here’s to a f*cking incredible 2014.


Just wonderful

March 4, 2013
I was unpacking when I heard you walk in. I had on light pink lipstick that I found at the bottom of a box. You put a few things on the counter and handed me my car keys. I kissed you and asked if you could help me move the bed. You said you needed to talk. I keep replaying this over and over in my mind. I don’t think I’ll be able to unpack the rest of our boxes.

April 4, 2013
It’s been a month since you left.
Mark says you’re not coming back.
I can’t sleep.
Are you awake?

May 4, 2013
I finally went to the doctor like you had begged me to.
You were right and yeah, I’ll be fine.

June 4, 2013
I sold my engagement ring at a pawn shop today. I bought expensive lipstick and flowers. I also bought a lot of beer and a carton of cigarettes. I’ve lost a lot weight since you last saw me. My friends from high school that I haven’t seen in years hardly recognize me. It’s weird being back in this town without you. I spend most of my afternoons at the beach. I saw a sea turtle today while I was swimming. I miss eating breakfast food at midnight with you.

July 4, 2013
I stumbled across the video of you in the car singing Taylor Swift. I deleted it before it played all the way through but I have to admit it made me laugh. I can’t remember how your voice sounds saying my name. I broke down and called you. Thank you for not answering.

August 4, 2013
I dropped my cigarette in my lap when you drove past me today.

September 4, 1012
I went on a date.
He thinks Bud Light is “quality beer”.
It just isn’t going to work out.

October 4, 2013
It doesn’t hurt anymore to say your name.

November 4, 2013
Hope you’re doing well.

December 12, 2013
Thank you for setting me free.

These short letters are straight from my notebook, unedited and carelessly written in extremely unattractive cursive. -d.a.h (via ohfairies)

This really made me think

(Source: whisperingbones)

In Comparison

There is a lone chair by the window
No table to ease its pain
No twin to share the discomfort
And no ass to squash the sadness

There is a woman at the train station
No man to hang on to
No children to chase
And no friends to talk with

There is a boy, alone in his bed
No father to tuck him in
No mother to kiss him goodnight
And no family to call his own

Of all the lone chairs
Sad women in train stations
And scared little boys in the world
Your heart is the loneliest
Your love is the saddest
And your best friend is the most afraid

Feelings From The Past

Telling you is the only way,
To make progress and move on from those days,
Where you had my heart with an iron grip.
If I had yours, you never left a tip.
Life was happy,
Life was good,
Now its just crappy,
But would I change it if I could?
Falling in you was so so easy,
But you fell right out of my arms, so greasy!
Hard headed star-crossed lover I was!
I never pictured it wrong cuz
Loving you was so amazing
Until I crossed you and u left me chasing.
Chasing what exactly?
Losing u never made me happy,
Not exactly? not exactly!
I wish I had back one more day!
To help you love me,
In each and every way.

Feelings Within

Love is like a fire
It burns inside
Like a blaze in the dark moonlight of our souls
Its incredible
It gives you this warm and cozy feeling
Makes the world around you just melt into blissful nothingness
But all flames burn out sooner or later and wen ours died so did I
I traveled for miles and miles on the highway of broken hearts
Looking for you or for my salvation I can’t quite remember
I was cold
Colder than a thousand winters
No blankets, no sweaters.
I followed blurry hearts and tripped into heavy-hearted holes every three seconds
With only the past as my fuel
For I couldn’t eat nor sleep with the death-grip of your eyes squeezing my being until there was nothing left but pulp
Pulp at the bottom of an orange juice carton is what I’m staring at
I miss you more than black misses white
But one day we will all meet our one true love or meet our maker trying
Your heart and mine are one
And one they shall stay.

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