I was watching a Madonna music video. And I really, really, really wanted to watch it for the rest of all time in complete and total isolation from every other human or sentient being on the planet.
Yarn wreaths: Not just for soccer moms.
Paul Clement is branching out and trying new things in his campaign to make sure DOMA outlasts the heat death of the universe.
Happy ‘Heartthrob’ Release Day! Process your feelings here.
“hot girls who would pop out of my computer and hand feed me Nutella as I browsed the internet.”
Jasika Nicole keeps it comfy at home and flawless on the red carpet. Let’s steal the clothes right off this lesbian actress’s back.
There will be art. And go-go dancing. And queer literature. And a pamphlet about the common misconceptions about being genderqueer. It’s going to be magical.
Gabby’s Team Pick: Help a fellow Autostraddler win a spot for the Women of the World 2013 Spoken Word Tournament
The wait is over! Go directly to A-Camp. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
You know it as the herb you hate or the herb everyone else hates.
Robin talks about boxing, getting sober and pushing herself outside of her comfort zone. Also FYI, she makes her own peanut butter and she’s totally single and ready to mingle.
Marriage equality bills make progress from the UK House of Commons to the Rhode Island state legislature.
This week on NSFW Sunday: ex sex, explaining what lesbians do in bed, a smut writing manifesto, talking about porn in relationships and more.
Alphabet patterns for the alpha in you.
This week we’ve got shiny happy people in France, Ontario, and even Idaho embracing homosexuality, trans* beauties, and probably witchcraft.
This week on Glee, a straight girl fell in love with a gay guy and the sky turned bright blue and so did everybody’s outfits!
In which Emily cooks Paige kale and Spencer finally figures out that her boyfriend is a psychopath.
This week on Bomb Girls and arguably the best episode of the show thus far, we discover that Betty did not, in fact, get pickles, and Gladys can sing, too?
There are so many different ways to celebrate. You could have a Virginia Woolf dinner and costume party! You could smoke a pipe until your throat hurts! You could speak with a British accent for a day (unless you’re already British; then it’s too easy and not as much fun).
An open letter to all the male icons I have consciously (or subconsciously) based my butchness upon over the years.