Nobody doubted that Alice had killed Freda — the murder had occurred in broad daylight in public — but her lawyers needed to prove that she was insane in order to get her committed to an asylum rather than sentenced to death or life imprisonment. Their primary argument: any woman who could be in love with another woman was obviously insane for that reason alone.
This 1892 murderess was definitely insane. And by “insane,” we mean “gay.”
You’re discriminating against a baby? It’s just wrong.
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“I still get excited when you come in the door every night. It’s not new; it’s better.”
Heather’s Fosters 216 recap is full of emotional orgasms and feelings.
Gay districts are constructed as havens, as sanctuaries, as places where expression and identity can freely tumble forward in messy, drunken messes. But this glosses over the realities of those of us who are policed for not being gay enough or for being too queer, for dressing wrong, for looking wrong, for being wrong; this doesn’t confront the complexities of police and policing at the intersections of queerphobia, racism, sexism and classism. This picture simply moves on past the interruptions that unruly bodies present, the disruptions to social norms that gave rise to gaybourhoods in the first place. This picture prioritises comfort over challenge, compromising the promise of safety and welcome that these neighbourhoods are supposed to stand for for those of us who aren’t white cis gay men. Who are the ‘gays’ for whom gay districts are built (around)? Who gets to decide?
It’s time for Episode 2 of the A+ Podcast, and this month we’re talking about pop culture! Tune in to hear us diss Criminal Minds and Once Upon a Time, try to figure out what’s happening in the new Star Wars movie, and invent the perfect board game for Taylor Swift and Lena Dunham’s next feminist sleepover.
I don’t have a simple answer for you because there is no simple answer. I can tell from the way you write about your boyfriend that you were very much in love, that you still love him and care about him, and that you have a deep friendship. The question that is lurking, unstated, is this: Do you want to be in this relationship anymore?
We’re weird friends, but we are friends. I would have you at my wedding. You’d be one of the first people I’d invite. I wouldn’t think twice about it.
Lesley Gore was a great pop singer, a powerful feminist, a devoted partner and an inspiration to many. She will be greatly missed.
When Geneva and I were driving from Los Angeles to Las Vegas in a rented convertible, I saw an entire cloud floating next to the highway in the sky over the desert. I could see it spanning what looked like the whole of the sky to the right of us, almost touching my shoulder. I watched it graze the universe on top and I saw rain pouring out of it in the distance and somewhere in the middle, there was a lightning bolt like a heartbeat.
I could have fit my entire life in that cloud. My entire fucked-up, tiny, timid life.
It only took us five minutes to drive past it.
