There’s more than one kind of relationship. We’ve uncovered (some of) them all in our ultimate guide to lesbian dating.
The act of anointing Joan Didion as our favorite, our best, our everything, is the act that reveals what we’re trying to say: that we’re cool, that we’re educated, that if we are not young and white and slender and well-dressed and disaffected and sad and committed to the art of writing as an arduous and soul-sucking process that must be endured yet Instagrammed simultaneously, then we will be, at least, as close as possible to those identifiers even if it kills us.
I’m having loads of fun with my new Fan Fiction Friday column on Autostraddle, but one thing I am lacking is the ability to track down and highlight some of the unique and amazing things Tumblr is doing with Femslash. Next Friday, I’m going to post the 25 Best Tumblr Drabbles in my column, but...
What the political conversation around abortion refuses to acknowledge is the reality of people’s actual, lived experiences around sex and reproduction. The reality is that 1 in 3 women will have an abortion in the U.S. and that many, many people make deeply personal decisions around reproduction that are never debated on the House floor. Nor should they be.
Heavens to mergatroid, Dianna Agron’s voice just gets you in the gut, doesn’t it? And the place right below your guts. Why is everything about her so hair-yankingly tantalizing? I don’t understand. It should be illegal. If I were a closeted gay youth watching this show, thinking I was straight, every time she came on screen and opened her mouth I would hurl myself out a window. I would writhe around on the floor and cry and vomit. At least as a certified adult lesbian, I understand what’s going on inside me.
-Heather Hogan, Glee 603 Recap for autostraddle.com
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Amidst our revelry, my friend burst through the door to show us a ridiculous (read: drunken) picture on her phone of herself and Abbi Jacobson — tongues out, eyes akimbo, in MY elevator. MY ELEVATOR… For the next ten minutes, Quinn and I calmly debated (read: hyperventilated) the ethics of approaching our doppelgangers lest we all self-destruct. Verdict: YOLO.
Alternative forms of protest are necessary to make activism accessible. Sometimes, they’re even more effective at creating change than a permitted march.
You don’t have to be a political pundit to decipher last night’s SOTU. You just need to listen to Rachel.
We’ve been nominated for a GLAAD Award for Outstanding Blog! Again! Let’s do a Leslie Knope dance now.
Tina Belcher, Hero Cat, a t-shirt you’ll probably like, rape culture at its finest, Ava DuVernay’s snub, indigenous women of Canada, Janet Mock interview, CeCe McDonald interview, is self-care ruin…
Look at this! My work has been featured on Autostraddle!
Spend at least three hours this week moving around whatever space you can — your own house, or your room with the door closed — totally and completely naked. Lock the door and close the windows and put electrical tape over your webcam if you need to but get into your space and take your clothes off. Complete small routine tasks. Check your email. Check you out in that mirror over there, damn you look good.
