“Zombies signify failure — of political will and social cohesion, of technology and medicine, of the human body and soul. These are all topics that are being battled over right now, among people who care about all three worlds that this series occupies: science fiction, feminism, and bicycling.”
Want to be filled with awe and rage? I have just the video game for you.
“A murder, Fred Armisen, a bar mitzvah and Molly Shannon.”
The Fun Home star returned to her roots at Joe’s Pub at the Public Theater in New York City on August 31st to perform a one-woman cabaret show following a rural lesbian through her tomboy childhood, an engagement (to a man!), her first stint as an actress in New York, another marriage (to a woman!), and her ever-tense relationship with her Colorado cowboy father.
Slam City Oracles is a local two-player computer game that let’s you come in like a wrecking ball. It’ll be out on September 1st—here’s a sneak peak and a review.
Bad name; terrible aesthetic; awesome toy.
You know about Alex Vause, but you may not know much about Catherine Cleary Wolters, the drug-smuggling lesbian in thick-rimmed glasses who inspired her character. That’s where Out of Orange comes in.
I have never wanted to love a dildo as hard as I wanted to love the Fusion. (But I didn’t.)
This is the best strap-on harness I have ever worn.
This may sound familiar, and that’s because The Rich Man’s Daughter is basically the TV offspring of Imagine Me & You and I Can’t Think Straight.
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.
I found myself crying halfway through the first episode — not because the show was touching my heart, but because I couldn’t believe how Carly was being talked about by her family.
A little over halfway through, an unexpected twist sends the expected story careening off the rails. I don’t want to spoil it for you, so I’ll just tell you this: I wish I brought tissues.
Affordable, versatile, portable, waterproof — and also the cutest vibe I’ve ever seen.
The Broadway version of Alison Bechdel’s classic graphic memoir made me feel weird, sad and fist-pumpingly excited.
I told myself 2015 was the year of living my truths. I’m excited to have a guide in this book, and in Leah’s soulful mission to love and be loved — the rest of it be damned.
“These poems are middle fingers to the law, to the man, to history, to the future, to the people who continue to fight us for our lives.”
Discovery Life will premiere a new documentary series on April 11th about a circle of trans women friends, but the producers dip into cliche a little too much.
“Anyhow, I put this binder on, and after the initial struggle that always comes with putting on a thing that fits as tightly as binders should fit, I felt — nothing. The binder felt like nothing. THE BINDER FELT LIKE NOTHING, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.”
Bodystockings: ridiculous or sexy? Turns out they’re a little of both.