Artist Paul Harfleet has spent the past seven years responding to experiences of homophobic harassment with small gestures of quiet resistance, one planted pansy at a time.
“Just be who you are. Don’t worry about what other people are going to say, because they’re always going to say something, but, if you’re just true to yourself, let that shine through.”
This is my unique perspective on being a half-black, half-white human who sometimes feels uncomfortable using the term Person of Colour to refer to myself.
Hunter Valentine’s has a new song, Alison Brie takes a tumble, Dove loves the ladies, and the world’s best jump roper flashes me back to sixth grade. And just in case you forgot, there’s a friendly video reminder that it’s ok to be gay inside this video party.
This week on Bomb Girls, Betty’s military booty call goes long distance, Vera makes everyone teary-eyed with her perfection, and Gladys’ magical vagina continues to act as a doofus magnet.
I made my own braided infinity scarf because I’m drowning in scrap fabric.
“That summer, I learned a lot about separating myself from my work. There is no room on the stage for a performer’s personal problems. There are, however, cathartic elements that an actor gets while performing a show.”
This week on Glee someone brings a gun, everyone cries and Rachel Berry is nowhere to be found.
Here’s your first look at ABC Family’s “The Fosters,” exec-produced by J-Lo and starring “a multi-ethnic family mix of foster and biological kids being raised by two moms.”
“I think the thing that turned me on the most about the Flash was having it plugged in charging in my laptop around other people. My own little dirty secret.”
“The observation of white people actually grappling with ideas of class amongst each other empowers me, but it empowers me even more when I know they’re having the same conversation even when I’m NOT in the room.”
Who knew that April 2013 would be such a game changer for marriage equality? Louisa Wall, that’s who!
Like bills through the Congressional halls, so are the days of our lives.
Muffins are super great for commuter folk: once you make them, you can toss em in the freezer and say good riddance until you want them again at some point in the future.
Fall in love with ethereal electro-pop from Nashville’s modern day New Romantics.
This time, stick to silence.
The Lesbian Menace: involves no chubby children with slingshots, unfortunately.
From dough-kneaders to Journos, and beyond.
“I spent over three hours with my jaw on the floor, my heartstrings in constant song, and the baby activist inside me growing more inspired by the minute.”
When I was a young dessert-eating grasshopper, my mother made a delicious cake that went by the name of Blueberry Boy Bait. In spite of my intellectual objections, I cannot deny that this cake is frankly, awesome.