First Girl I Loved doesn’t reach the heights it aspires to, but it’s so much better than the sad (and just plain bad) movies we’re used to seeing about queer teens.
Misandrist. Lesbian. Vampires.
I’ve been reading quite a few fan theories and Poe/Finn pairings recently, but I won’t subject you to that (unless you want to talk in out in the comments, in which case, hello). Instead, I wanted to share with you some top notch nerd speculation on the science of Star Wars.
“A murder, Fred Armisen, a bar mitzvah and Molly Shannon.”
“Why is it that trans women of color have to experience so much violence to remember that they have each other’s back?”
The Same Difference takes the lid off of the many boxes that we as a community put ourselves into in respect to gender.
“As a trans woman, I’m pretty willing to watch most movies about or featuring trans women, and I’ve been waiting to fall in love with one of them for a long, long time. I came close when I saw Gun Hill Road, but in the end, I was really just enamored with Harmony Santana’s performance. It wasn’t until I saw Tangerine that I really felt butterflies.”
Go see Mad Max Fury Road. Go with your fists raised high and salute big, stupid, glorious, Hollywood blockbusters and go see what it looks like when we’re driving the smoking tractor-trailers into the unknown and fighting for our sisters to live free.
Breakout writer/director/actor triple threat, Desiree Akhavan, brings us a three dimensional bisexual Persian lead character and also Robin is at a kink cafe and we all wish we were there, too.
It’s heartmeltingly cute, and one of the best portrayals of a trans woman in years. Michelle Hendley should be everyone’s new girl-crush.
Bondage, butterflies, and zero men.
Nancy Kates’ new documentary, now airing on HBO, is a portrait of the queer woman who made knowledge sexy.
This past week I saw both Interstellar and Theory of Everything. One was really good and the other reminded me of all the bad space movies I’ve ever seen.
I know you probably read the longline (Two codependent best friends — one straight girl, one lesbian — and the man who comes between them.) and wanted to shoot yourself, but this movie isn’t about a man at all AND it’s pretty good.
Hotline is a film about listening as healing work. In this world where we see life through a filter-washed snap posted to Instagram and Facebook, it may take talking to a complete stranger to be heal the isolation and disconnection we are all susceptible to.
“Dear White People is not a how-to guide on ways to avoid performing acts of microaggressions, or why it’s bad to appropriate black people’s culture. Instead, it’s an examination of the importance of support systems, the difficulty of being an outsider, and how one uses identity as a tool of protection.”
I am in an extended food coma from 10 days of eating nothing but fast food and concession stand snacks. Send help. But first, check out these lesbian romcoms, queer comedies and dramas.
Finally, a movie about gay pride in the 80s that isn’t about gay pride in the 80s.
There is a new horror movie out right this very minute called Lyle that takes its cue from Rosemary’s Baby, and you must see it as soon as humanly possible.
So much of our cultural rhetoric around breastfeeding is tied to a sense of what women should be doing rather than what they would like to or are even able to do. Breastfeeding isn’t purely a medical issue, but neither is it a wholly moral one. And all the parameters that go into a woman’s decision to breastfeed pale next to the fear that she is somehow failing her child.