“A runaway, Basquiat bummed around in epic fashion, living in boxes and on the dance floors of crowded clubs, before Giuliani sterilized New York City, when it was still just as raw and vibrant as the people in it.”
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In which people are irrationally insulting to female servicemembers.
If you’d been a lesbian art-lover in 1920’s London, you might have known this woman, sometimes called Timothy, sometimes called Peter.
A self-taught Slovakian-born tattoo artist whose surreal designs and use of colour will blow your mind.
Laura’s Team Pick: Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
This week Puerto Ricans, Jews and black people all got in on the offensive action. It was like stereotype bingo. I think the plot was about Earl having a heart attack though.
A Virginia school district is thinking about a rule that would prohibit “cross-gender dressing” in a backwards attempt at addressing bullying.
Wanna make a bunch of new friends in the woods this April? We thought so. Join Team Autostraddle, Julie Goldman, Brandy Howard and Unicorn Plan-It for a life-changing weekend!
This Valentine’s Day, we’re discussing the things that our loved ones must learn to appreciate in order to appreciate us.
We may have a lot to worry about, but we’re not that freaked out.
Rachel’s Team Pick: “When one writes a thing — when you discover and then put it down, which is the essence of discovering it — one is done with it. What people get out of it is none of the writer’s business.”
Well, here we are!
This provocative and important exhibit is worth your time — even if it sorta leaves you out.
You can make a mountain of crepes with whipped cream, two types of vegan cupcakes, sex cookies, cheesecake and so so very much more!
What to do when a temporary situation starts looking like a permanent personality trait.
Just because you’re single doesn’t mean this won’t be the best Valentine’s Day ever.
Riese’s Team Pick: “I can’t write another breakup record, that would be like a real boring cliche… people would be like “nah, we’ve had enough now. Cheer up.”
Three girls, a guy and some big rock sounds.
Giant pans of enchiladas are the best thing you can possibly eat when it’s snowing outside and you don’t expect to be able to leave the house without long underwear for three more months.