![]() ![]() So I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and no cardigan. I was dressed for my dream California weather, which for someone who hasn’t spent much time west of Nebraska, meant cut offs and t-shirts. I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan. It was literally the gayest thing I’ve ever done and that’s including writing for Autostraddle and that time I laid around in bed scissoring with a rugby player for three hours while drinking craft beer and listening to Sleater-Kinney. I went anyway, and let me tell you, it was the best $700 plane ticket I ever bought. ![]() I only knew that the retreat came highly recommended by former Fellows and other people plugged into the queer writing community (i.e. I had no idea what to expect when I applied to the Lambda Literary Foundation’s Writers Retreat for Emerging LGBT Voices.
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