Go behind-the-scenes of Julia Nunes’ “Make Out” music video.
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Transparent (2015) - New World Coming
As soon as I first found out about Mooncakes I was in love. The premise is lovely — two Asian-American young adults who’ve been friends for a long time trying to navigate life as not only a witch and a werewolf, but as queer people of color as well — and writing is super charming. The basic plot right now is that Tam and Nova were friends as kids, and then now they’re teaming up again as young adults when they run into each other while facing down an evil horse demon in the woods.
My favorite style of writing is the kind that builds its story around really great characters, and Mooncakes definitely hits that mark right on the head. I feel like I was falling in love with Tam, the genderqueer werewolf, and Nova, the hearing-impaired witch, as soon as I met them. Like seriously, I just want to be friends with these two.
Bears, tacos, the horseshoe crab’s lot in life, QUIDDITCH BEER PONG, mental health on campus, suburban churches, queer zines you need to read, talk of Britney Spears, migrant workers’ rights, and so much more!
If you don’t normally make resolutions, this month might convince you otherwise. There’s a lot of planetary energy in support of embracing Really Big Changes. As the Sun and Mercury transit across Pluto in Capricorn this month, we’re getting a wake-up call about how we accept responsibility for our actions and work on being mature adults. Pluto, planet of death and rebirth, opens up possibilities that ask us to leave something behind: Breaking up with an abusive ex and never looking back. Changing your given name. Getting that first tattoo. Coming out as a survivor. This Plutonian influence will be especially potent on the 10th, when the new moon in Capricorn joins Pluto. The new moon is a time for setting intentions and planting seeds: we have a chance right now to choose to plant something entirely new.
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Transparent (2015) - New World Coming
so rude. cutie pie, carrie brownstein needs to get out of the way so I can see CUTIE PIE, BRITTANI NICHOLS.
Do you think Shonda Rhimes has a Time-Turner? I’m asking because how else could she do so much? And I don’t simply mean “so much” as in “make so many TV shows.” Obviously, that’s remarkable. I mean “so much” as in: How does she tirelessly, repeatedly shatter every boundary most showrunners in Hollywood wouldn’t touch with a 39-and-a-half foot pole? Fuck your token person of color. Fuck your token queer woman. Fuck the subtext. Fuck the tropes. And fuck the idea that Strong Female Characters are the unicorns of televisual Narnia. Shonda Rhimes writes Real Women. They’re not superhuman. They’re strong in the broken places.
Last night changed the way I’m going to think about TV from now on. I am 100 percent officially done forever with eating the scraps networks drops on the floor and try to pass off as acceptable meals. The most anticipated premiere night on broadcast crushed everyone in ratings, dominated social media, featured two black women headlining their own shows, and brought us six fully realized queer women.
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-Artemis
We talked more. “Is this okay?” became the most common question. It helped but I hated it. I just wanted to be normal. I wanted to be able to want her without having to check in a thousand times because my brain was a ticking bomb. I wanted all the time I spent thinking about sex to be fun. I didn’t want to think about how much I wanted to have sex with her right there on that couch or pressed against that wall while also worrying “Would that be okay? Would I be able to do that without losing my head?” There was always a monster lurking in my fantasies: ready, waiting to pounce.
Rural Town, maybe I blame you too much. Or I blame a childhood that involved very little talk about queerness and when it did, it talked about it in a way that made it seem like I’d feel fundamentally different if I were queer, and I didn’t feel any way other than how I always felt, so I probably wasn’t queer after all. Mistakes were made, what can I say?
But it’s probably not your fault, little town. I mean, I’m still leaving. I’m definitely still leaving. Because your Pride Fest is a slightly skeevy drag show and a sad parade through downtown and, really, bless your hearts for having one at all. It matters, it really does. Thank you.
But I think maybe I’m ready for more. I’m definitely ready for more. I think maybe missed connections are just my weak excuses for not saying anything, for not saying, “I like you,” or, “I’d push a hundred heavy-ass classic cars uphill both ways just to let a cute girl know how strong I am. Have I mentioned I’m really strong?” Girls like that, right?