Google hates Bustle but loves Janet Mock (and every woman, I think), the Dalai Lama thinks gay marriage is pretty alright, and yet another androgynous model is taking our hearts by storm.
This week on NSFW Sunday: a kinky feminist film fest, the Feminist Porn Awards nominees, instant orgasms, sex work as work and more.
There is no better time to talk about potato products than right now.
Sarah’s brief commentary on being a Jewish gay lady.
By show of virtual hands, who here can name all 151 original Pokémon?
HEY this is an open thread! What are you doing tonight? What are you drinking? What are you watching? Get in here!
The one where the writer’s were like, “Meh, let’s just accuse random people of being A from now on. Who cares if it makes any sense?”
These are the questions you had for Ari Cold Pizza Fitz this week.
Computer-generated texts, working on trains, avoiding your book club, how critics fail writers of color and more.
Topics include Edie Windsor, Party Monster, anxiety, the prison hunger strike, sorority vs. lesbians, growing up in a missionary family, HealthCare.gov and moar!
And it’s hard to know how to feel about it.
This week on Glee, everybody yelled at each other some more! Then there was a cool band at a hot club called CALLBACKS. Also, I think waitress uniforms are the new Cheerios uniforms.
4. You were so much prettier with long hair.
Brittani on being sad on twitter, anxiety, being a queer black lesbian in the world, overanalyzing shit to death and basically everything you’ve ever wanted to hear B talk about.
Only a set reminiscent of a Dexter crime scene would suffice in capturing the killer outfits we have for you this quarter.
I just came back from my native island where I took a much needed mini vacation — without further ado, welcome to Wilder Hungers tropical edition!
Or as John Travolta would call them, the Kamt Uzeems!
“I fall in love with human beings based on who they are, not based on what they do or what sex they are.”
We open with two of the greatest lesbian musical acts of the last two generations and close with three songs clearly selected only because their titles contain the word “diary.” In between, there are some (mostly depressing, strangely folk-y) songs that I like.
“I once had a life where I could go blocks, miles, months without a stranger standing in my way, saying, ‘Hey girl, where you goin’ in such a hurry?’ I want to take my personal space bubble to the shop and have it re-inflated to its original size, but that chapter of my life seems to be done.”