Daisy Jones & the Six Offers a Stunning Tribute to Black Queer Love, Freedom, and Disco
Bernie is a 1970s stud in the finest form. All eyelashes and a buttery voice that could make any femme blush. Simone never stood a chance.
Bernie is a 1970s stud in the finest form. All eyelashes and a buttery voice that could make any femme blush. Simone never stood a chance.
It’s the 1920s – 1950s and you’re a queer actor (or writer) — which of these letter-writing pool-owning trouser-wearing secret-keepers are you?
“So I just accepted the fact that I truly was gay. I had to be gay. That was my acceptance of myself. I made an announcement in my own head that I was a gay woman.”
OutWrite: The Speeches That Shaped LGBTQ Literary Culture perfectly exemplifies the reasons why it’s so imperative to look back at history with the willingness to be impacted by whatever we learn.
DonnaSue Johnson describes herself as a “big, black, beautiful, Bohemian, bougie, Buddhist butch.”
There are so many myths about why lesbian bars close and/or don’t survive.
Marika Cifor’s new book Viral Cultures: Activist Archiving in the Age of AIDS explores how LGBTQ and HIV/AIDS archives shape our understanding of history.
Whiteness needs to be decentered from the fight for reproductive justice. History is a powerful tool for transformation and rethinking – I want to share the history of mass sterilization and reproductive genocide of Puerto Rican women between the 1930s to 1970s.
Join me on a journey deep into herstory while we answer questions on topics including racism in the AAGPBL, whether or not there really were that many lesbians, queer bar culture of the 1940s and the popularity of women’s softball.
We’ve always been here.
Let’s imagine these adorable queer icons as they’d be turning 18, maybe figuring things out, maybe beginning to search for queer community.
In this much-anticipated follow-up to “12 Monumental Moments In Lesbian Blazer-Wearing History” we are narrowing our focus onto one key subject in 90s blazer history: Rosie O’Donnell.
This #TransDayOfRemembrance, trans lives are more than a list of names. We are vessels of ancestral memory.
Every time I crossed paths with Monica Roberts, I was always surprised by how tight she held me as we hugged — Now, so many young Black trans people can look to her as an ancestor. Every trans journalist is indebted to the space Monica has carved out for us. Every trans person owes her a great deal for forcing the world to see us in our unmistakable worth.
There’s a long and proud Black radical history of fighting back against the prison industrial complex and criminal (in)justice systems. So why is it that most of the voices that are upheld come from cis men?
The Public Universal Friend is just one example of how, even in the binarist West, non-binary people have always existed.
There is sufficient evidence, both from Lorraine Hansberry’s own hand and from those with whom she interacted socially, that she was a lesbian. But the how of it all — that we have to piece together in fragments.
Personal icons from Greta Garbo to Jenny Lewis: how we come by them, fall in love with them, and want to be like them. Who’s to say whether we’re really falling in love with them or with ourselves? Who’s to say whether we want to be them or be with them?
St. Patrick’s Day, every non-Irish person’s favourite excuse to get piss drunk, talk in an annoying accent all day and cover everything in Green is coming up once again. But why celebrate an embarrassingly tacky version of someone else’s religious holiday when you can hold a party for the patron saint of cat ladies, Gertrude of Nivelles, instead.
When BLK first published, it was a 16 page black-and-white newsletter with a circulation of roughly 5,000. By the time it ended its publication it had grown into a 40 page magazine with full color covers, a paid subscriber base and global distribution reaching 37,000 people. It told our stories. Today, we say thanks.