A+ Crossword Plays as Yoshi
What kind of music do windmills like?
What kind of music do windmills like?
I’ve long said that Jukebox is the heartbeat of Raising Kanan. It’s a bit of a double-edged sword when you think about it.
IN: Ethical Non-Monogamy (the action), OUT: Ethical Non-Monogamy (the phrase)
The Memory of Justice draws parallels between the Holocaust and the more recent horrors of the French occupation of Algeria and the American occupation of Vietnam.
You know why they called it “the Dark Ages?”
The trans women in Girlfriends often find themselves stuck in the spiderweb of someone else’s drama or self-implosion.
Essays about turning 30 are almost as annoying as essays about moving to or from New York.
I now have three years of recovery and a wonderful girlfriend by my side. I think I’m ready to talk about ways we can support our partners who have eating disorders.
These are the most-read stories we published on Autostraddle in the year 2023: L Word recaps, quizzes, lesbian celebrity gossip, World Cup gays and more!
USPS has been sending my mail to my ex.
Every few days, Healthcare Workers Watch sends me a google drive folder with lists of names and photos of healthcare workers killed and abducted in Gaza.
“Why did Riese and I write 50,000 words about this Hanukkah movie.”
Mozzarella sticks are extremely salty, and they require something big to cut through that salt. Enter: Cab Sauv.
I’ve never really been a horror girlie, but in recent months, I’ve found myself intrigued by YA books that have a horror element.
What does the LGBTQ book landscape look like right now? It’s complicated.
If there is one thing Janelle Monáe is gonna do it is get in that damn Grinch costume.
In 1982 Alice Walker wrote a Black queer text so ahead of its time, that 40 years later we’re still fighting to catch up.
I’m only familiar with 25 letters of the alphabet.
2. I successfully transitioned my hair from a side part to a middle part. (This was directly inspired by the feature film M3GAN.)
“They didn’t hit me. They didn’t throw me. They didn’t throw the phones, the glasses, the blow dryers, at me. They were just near me and it was always somehow my fault.”