We open with two of the greatest lesbian musical acts of the last two generations and close with three songs clearly selected only because their titles contain the word “diary.” In between, there are some (mostly depressing, strangely folk-y) songs that I like.
ELLEN PAGE IS GAY SO HERE IS SOME MUSIC
A collection of mostly pop punk songs designed to send you down a rabbit hole of spirited angst.
When I think about Jenny Schecter, those thoughts are a little dark and a little sad. She is dead now, after all. Therefore this music is a little dark and sad too.
This is a good time, self-reassurance, “you’re about to OWN the new year” kind of party. You got this.
Something to listen to besides yourself crying.
This year, the Holigays are partnered with a strong sense of nostalgia – so I’m going back to basics (and back to the classics.)
If you came to Autostraddle today to procrastinate on your finals work, this is the playlist for you.
At times like this, the only way to get through it is to get serious and be efficient. You can only spend X amount of time on each grade, and then you need to move on.
If you’ve ever been asked to “play something” and found yourself suddenly lost for chords, this playlist is for you.
Being alone isn’t the same as being lonely. These songs understand.
Stuff your ears as well as your face.
This is my break glass in case of emergency road trip playlist. I can turn up all by myself.
A playlist to help me and you through the worst and best of our long distance relationships. Side A is for crying on public transportation. Side B is for drinking boxed wine and dancing at a gay bar.
This is our time to listen to the songs of summer love and gush to each other about those moments of perfect queer summer bliss.
It’s hot and it’s cold.
1.5 hours of extended pleasure courtesy of songs from and in the spirit of “Orange Is The New Black.”
Because sometimes you just happen to be on your own. And that’s okay.
There’s a reason there aren’t any good songs about texting.
Songs about characters like Alice Pieszecki, though? Not so easy. As far as I know, there are no songs about funny, sassy, sarcastic, opinionated bisexual journalists who have an admirable ability to cut down Jenny Schecter like a total champ.