BPM: Kate Boy, The One with The Fictitious Androgynous Band Member
feature image credit to Per Ole Hagen
Artist: Kate Boy
Cliffnotes: Urgent, dark, and strong.
Same…
BPM: Kate Boy, The One with The Fictitious Androgynous Band Member
feature image credit to Per Ole Hagen
Artist: Kate Boy
Cliffnotes: Urgent, dark, and strong.
Same…
Queer Outfit of the Week: Christmas Party
Welcome to Queer Outfit of the Week where I scour the world and tell you all about my one favorite…
It’s unlike me not to have a plan – the only thing as consistent as my tendency to leave is my absolute obsession with orchestrating what comes next – but I have decided that 2014 is both my year of not knowing and being okay with not knowing. I’m going to see what opportunities come my way. I’m going to say yes. I’m going to find beauty on the journey.
I don’t know that feminism — mainstream feminism, white feminism, the kind of feminism that will get you a job as a feminist — will ever fully address sex work so long as feminism is struggling to address work, period. I expected to set a little bomb off with what I wrote for the Washington Post about the bogus “movement” Sheryl Sandberg’s marketing people attempted to launch earlier this year, but I was legitimately unprepared for how the backlash was so bourgie and so basic. Like no one thought someone might ask, how are Sandberg’s low level employees at Facebook, let alone her own domestic staff, going to “lean in” any more than they already are? As if working class women haven’t been raising this critique themselves? “Work” was the real four letter word. And it was another moment of brutal clarity: what breaks feminists down around sex work isn’t only the sex.
A) this Melissa Gira Grant interview is good and you should read it and B) Coming and Crying was one of Those Books for me. I was brand new to Columbia and to living in the city still, and I went to the McNally-Jackson event alone and heard the readings and got the book and I just … yeah. Man.
Also:
(via cream-and-stars)I also want to resist the ways in which feminism has been defined by its attendant media, by the comparatively tidy handful of feminists who make it in media versus those who I would say are doing the work of feminism, including those who do not identify with feminism. And just as it’s not a victory to usher more women into boardrooms, let’s not mistake more women on the masthead for feminism, either, if they’re just doing the same stories in the same ways.
Before I made my living as a writer, I worked within formally structured groups with activist missions — whether that was a union shop, or a health clinic, or even philanthropy — where the goal wasn’t just to get this contract, or provide this exam, or make this grant, but in being reflective and intentional about the way we did that work, being real about who that would build power for and how, and trying to understand what would be left behind long after we weren’t in the picture. I still bring that reflection to my work, which, in journalism — is that activism? Compared to a lot of journalism, probably. But does that make me an activist? I don’t think that does. I’m not shying away from that label, as if there’s something wrong with being an activist, but I don’t want to represent what I do as activism, when I compare it to the work of people who are out there organizing, caring for their communities.
Once Upon A Time 311: Compulsive Heterosexuality and Queer Temporality
What just happened? No, I’m dead serious. I’m so serious that I just went out and bought life…
The movie itself had its pros and cons, but no one can deny the intense ’90s danceability of the Mortal Kombat theme. I even poorly choreographed a half-time dance routine for the cheerleading squad I was briefly a part of before being unceremoniously removed after punching a fellow cheerleader. Speaking of punching, doesn’t this song pump you up?! I sometimes listen to it at work when my boss is out to lunch. Nothing gets me more revved up to respond to e-mails and file paperwork than lyrics like “test your might!” Air punching along with the beat helps though. MORTAL KOMBAT!!!
Idol Worship: Ten(ish) Questions with Melissa Gira Grant about Cats, Sex Work, and Writing
Idol Worship is a biweekly devotional to whoever the fuck I’m into. This is a no-holds-barred…
Angel Haze Showers Us With Gifts From On High, Including First Listen to New Track
Yesterday pansexual rapper and winner of queer hearts Angel Haze delighted fans with a multitude of…
Top Ten Things I Genuinely and Unironically Love With Little to Zero Shame
Via almost-vegetarian-rmcrayne.blogspot.com
To half quote iconic film character Tracey Turnblad…
Krissy Krissy Builds It Up Brick by Brick: The Autostraddle Interview
Soulful pop powerhouse Krissy Krissy spent the past year doggedly promoting her music all over the…
Holigay Gift Guide 2013: For XXXMAS Lovers
I’ve told you before about my love affair with Christmas – or, as I so staunchly refuse to quit…
Star Trek N00b, Episode 2: The Man Trap (Oh My!)
Growing up, I had never watched a Star Trek episode all the way through. My family members weren’t…
Any LGBTQ ladies in New York planning on attending the Autostraddle Holigay Party on the 21st? I kinda want to go, but I’m not sure if I want to just roll up by myself. So yeah. Anyone out there?
Playlist: So You Read Vanessa’s Essay
By now I’m sure you’ve read Vanessa’s gut-wrenching goodbye essay(or selectively not-read so you…
Marriage is like a chlorinated community pool that we now have access to. I think that people forget that queers have been swimming in the ocean the whole time. We have always had to be creative about how we create our love relationships and, now that we don’t have to be creative, I hope we still can be.