I had my doubts – because honestly, consuming media as a disabled person is an exercise in disappointment. So I was cautious when Margarita finally popped up on Netflix. Could it be? Was it really that good?
How did I, a girl growing up in 1970s New York City, relate to a drama about two women who fall in love during WWI? And, why has it remained with me for 40 years?
It’s wonderful to see two queer women dealing with complex and honest relationship problems that are treated with the same nuance and depth as those of the straight couples on screen, but DuVall never quite manages to step out of the shadow of The Big Chill.
It’s too easy to note that small places are slow at addressing issues of gender and sexuality while not exploring why. This is the answer to the why (and it’s one that AWOL addresses exceptionally well): Because there are far bigger fish to fry.
This isn’t a May-December lesbian romance. Janney and Page revive and expand upon the chemistry they shared as step-mother and daughter in Juno. But it is a movie about women — about women who have been abandoned, who find each other, who hurt each other deeply.
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.