Among the items I donated to the Tretter Collection are some of my t-shirts. I posted earlier about the one I made in 1998 and the ones we had produced for a group of us.
As I pulled together my material for the archives, I found additional shirts that I thought would be better off [...]
Today officially marks the day that “my papers” are no longer my own. I have donated various manuscripts, documents and memorabilia from my work in the queerspawn movement to the Tretter Collection in GLBT Studies.
When I dropped off the boxes, I was treated to a fantastic tour of the Special Collections [...]
Election Day. No excuses.
Call 866-OUR-VOTE with questions about where or how to vote, or to report a problem.
If your polling place offers that little “I voted” sticker, wear it. It works. On primary day my sticker sent at least two people off to vote, and it was my most passive activism ever — I [...]
I returned today from the COLAGE / Family Pride conference in Dallas. Every time I got into the elevator and looked up to watch the lit panel, I smiled at this line up of floors:
This past week, I have received lots of kind words, both on the blog comments and beyond, about my transition announcement. Thank you, everybody for your support and understanding that it is time for me to move on.
Funny thing, though: the question keeps popping up about what I’m “really” going to be doing next.
It’s [...]
Written on September 30, 2006, as follow up FAQ to this blog post.
Q: What’s next for you, Abigail?
A: Finding new employment…but doing what, exactly, I don’t know yet.
Before launching Families Like Mine, LLC, I served as a program officer at a private foundation. I loved the work and would like to land a [...]
I typically don’t name names in my writing when it comes to my relatives.
But when one of them uses a newspaper to share his homo-hostility with the public, well, I figure that’s fair game.
So behold: Uncle Fritz.
Anybody in Sheboygan? How ’bout writing a commentary about how anti-gay “family values” rhetoric leads people to [...]
I’m very sad to hear that Aleta Fenceroy has died.
Fenceberry was critical to my development as an activist. My dad had an email account for a couple years before I did, so he would regularly print out articles from this mysterious place he called “Fenceberry.” Later, I got an email account, and signed myself [...]
Me a few years ago, in a friend’s apartment above Christopher Street, watching people above me watching the parade.
Photos of Abigail Garner and her Dads, taken by Amber Davis Tourelentes. One portrait is pretty. The other, um, not so much.