It’s the second issue of the best little behind-the-scenes newsletter EVER.

Whether you want a distraction or a boost in serotonin, this list of films, series, and YouTube gems should keep you going through family time.

“Christina is, energetically, equal parts over-the-top gay man and elder straight woman.”

Dykey swagger is something you either have or you don’t, it’s something you either know or you don’t. It’s not really definable; it just is.

“what if autostraddle just became a mariah carey fansite”

Raised by an army of colorful black women, I couldn’t escape awe of her talent, radiance, and undeniable star-power.

Chirp of tree frogs floating sonorous, each piercing chirrup rising on the wane of the last. I’m in my childhood home.

Love has brought together so many Black queer communities over the last 10 days, sending our sibling home not in the violence of the last few minutes of his life — but in the light, movement, vogue, and resistance that defined him. Defines us.

From Doctor Who and Star Trek to Buffy and Wynonna Earp, sci-fi has been one of the more consistent places we, as queer people, have been able to find ourselves on TV over the past few decades. Here are the top 100 of our best.

Nikki Giovanni so loves Black women that she never waivers that our strength can only be matched by the stars themselves.

The Queen of Capitalism RuPaul Charles has tasked the queens to makeover hunky male dancers from Drag Race Live!

Monday night I had the honor of sitting amongst basketball legends at the 2024 WNBA Draft. The gayest thing in the room? The crowd! Seated in front of me was a group of lesbians that included multiple ex-girlfriends attending together.

There’s drama in the work room this week, but also the guest judge is Hunter Schafer and she’s joined by new mainstay Law Roach!

The challenge for the day is an extremely theatrical, preemptive funeral march/trivia game for the yet-to-be-identified poison victim.

New Torrey Peters! A debut novel from Emily St. James! Queer, Black poetry collections! March is gonna be a great month for LGBTQ literature.

The leftover swirls of emotion from the sheer queerness of the event, of the attendees, of the joy, are still sustaining me, even as Pride month comes to a close.

Fascism was here, ripe and ready, growing steadily but profoundly in our own backyard.

Like many homosexuals, I enjoy dressing up. Is there a theme? Terrific! Costumes, wigs? The freakier the better.

The bathroom in my grandmother’s house had no windows, so Stella deemed it perfect. She was the only one with any summoning experience. For a successful ritual, she said we needed total darkness.

How much pink is too much pink for one outfit, you may ask? Infinity.