Did some naked housework today like that episode of Friends when Rachel was trying to get comfortable with her own body. “Check me out. I’m in my kitchen … naked. I’m picking up an orange; I’m naked! Lighting the candles, naked, and carefully!” Luckily, unlike Friends, Ross didn’t come over and ruin it.
It was 1969 when Carmen Goodyear dropped out of Vassar to live on the fringes of Mendocino, California. She began farming, and with fellow lesbians from across the country, began writing and publishing the consciousness-raising, feminist Country Women magazine from their cabins.
Remember the historic and super gay “Puppy Episode” of The Ellen Show? Heather damn well does, so she recapped it for you!
I took one look and fell, hook and tumble. M. took one look at me, and put on her dark glasses, along with an obvious dose of reserve. She denied this to her dying day, but it was true. Isn’t it wonderful the way the world holds both the deeply serious, and the unexpectedly mirthful?
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.
Haley Mlotek wrote about what saying Joan Didion is your favorite says about you. Find it in this week’s Lez Liberty Lit.
We’ve been nominated for a GLAAD Award for Outstanding Blog! Again! Let’s do a Leslie Knope dance now.
From the Renagayssance to the pool to the staff reading and back, this is what happened on Day 2 and 3 at A-Camp 5.0
BREAKING: The Supreme Court will rule on the constitutionality of same-sex marriage this June. Arguments begin in April.
The A-Camp 5.0 recamps are here, so now you can relive all the feelings in all their glory. What are you waiting for?
Unfortunately, when you’re eleven and sick of being bullied and having only internet friends, you don’t really see the “caution, permanently internalizing white heteronormative ideals” signs posted ten years ahead in the future.
Everything I have written since then has been informed by the scorn those men hurled at me. Storytellers obtuse enough to feed us poison and cruel enough to berate us when we protest. Straight men telling silly gay women who is in charge of our stories and that we should be quiet and respect what they decide we deserve. It is in my mind, always, the things those men said to me. And it took me a long, long, long time before I was willing to open myself up to another story. I didn’t want to do it, actually. I fought against it with my whole self, even though stories are the thing that make us human. If you re-read my first Pretty Little Liars recaps, you’ll see it. The smugness, the sarcasm, the cheap and lazy snark I wove around everything I wrote, like armor. Protecting me, but protecting you too, because I led us to the place where we were ambushed.
Heather Hogan via Pretty Little Liars Episode 514 Recap: The Long Goodbye
Here’s your 2015 Queer Lady TV epic infographic! Learn more about what’s coming up for us on the small screen on Autostraddle.