“People were always so impressed that you didn’t leave me, but your gift wasn’t staying — it was seeing. Most people don’t get to transition under the pansexual gaze of someone who loves them the way you loved me.”
Also: The teaser for Batwoman season two!!!!, don’t hold your breath for a GLOW movie, Dua Lipa’s out here licking Miley Cyrus’ face, how Sailor Moon taught us femininity isn’t fragile, and more!
I don’t think it matters much whether Avatar: The Last Airbender is “respectful” of Asian culture. I think the show is racist, and also I like it. I’m interested in what we do with the sense of agency it gives us, how it allows us to critique the structures that exist and envision our own worlds.
Plain Bad Heroines is a story so much about storytelling that it feels almost obscene to point it out. “This is story-telling, people!” it seems to shout, in the voice of The Happenings at Brookhants movie director Bo Dhillon, calling “cut” on a disastrous scene that somehow fits perfectly into his plan.
The transcendence of queer T4T sex, a thought experiment about public kink, the peak dating question of our time and more.
“We honor all the trans folk who paved the way for us, and all the trans folk who died because they didn’t have the safety they deserved.”
It’s not like traditional chicken pot pie filing is knocking anyone’s socks off, so Sarah and I decided to try out chicken korma pot pies with a turmeric crust. She gave them her highest food rating — “f*cked up” — so I’m sharing the recipe with you.
As we step into this new season of mutable fire, as we prepare to fully leave behind all that Libra and Scorpio have excavated, Sagittarius urges us to open our eyes wide, to take in the world as it is and as it could be, to look for possibilities and magic around every corner.
In the ultimate primetime television U-Haul, Dr. Orgasm from Grey’s Anatomy has moved to Station 19 (and her girlfriend, Captain Bisexual) full time. Plus, an update on S.W.A.T. and what the heck was that queer storyline on The Queen’s Gambit?
In this week’s Extra! Extra! we continue following America’s election 2020 saga, the havoc the Trump administration continues to wreak in its final two months and a few encouraging outcomes from the 2020 election. We also have some States-side updates on the COVID-19 pandemic and other situations unfolding around the world.
Lots of us will be spending the holigays on our own, which may be exactly what you’ve always wanted! But if you are trying to create a sense of togetherness, these activities might help you and your loved ones feel closer in far-away times.
This #TransDayOfRemembrance, trans lives are more than a list of names. We are vessels of ancestral memory.
“My girlfriend has been calling me the Christmas Switch for a year now.”
Your partner doesn’t want to talk about raising your kids to be anti-racist, longing to reach out to a former friend, and more!
It was a surreal experience watching Maddow open up like that. She is the voice of calm reason, the anchor of logic, the brilliant and articulate go-to liberal pundit who has made more sense than anyone else out of this Trumpian/Orwellian nightmare-chaos we’ve been living in for the past five years. But last night, she was raw emotion.
Bennett raised their eyebrows, trying not to blush. They wanted it, they really, really wanted it. They’d made themself a promise because they didn’t want to get involved with someone who wasn’t right. But this was different.
How Much Bisexual Energy Do You Radiate? It’s time to find out! Also: searching for the “Ethereal Bisexual” woman in Barack Obama’s memoir, Cara Delevingne is now co-owner of a sex technology brand, and Stacey Abrams on finishing the job in Georgia.
I love Christmas. I love having a guardian gayngel. And even when the movie is not great, I love a queer Afro-Latina in New York getting her very own Gay Christmas Love Story.
This holiday season, show your favorite anti-fascist that you care with a gift they can take into the streets.
Clea DuVall manages a real Christmas miracle in Happiest Season by capturing the distinctly queer and quietly heart-wrenching experience of not being able to share your real self with the people you love most, when all you want to do is shout from the tallest chimney in town that you’ve found your person, that you’re in love.