For the past five-ish years, I have worked in the hellish, uncertain landscape known as the media industry. I have written for well over a dozen publications. None have made me feel more valued for my work than Autostraddle.
I have absolutely no idea if Chantal Akerman would be delighted or horrified that I’ve written about her 1974 film in a way that, if successful, will lead you to 1) seek out the mental healthcare that you need, and 2) masturbate.
I’m rediscovering how much I love simple, catchy, fun pop music. There’s some other solid rock, folk, and R&B this month, though, too!
Ask for what you want in order to get it, Area 51 porn searches, your astrological sign’s best breakup strategy and more.
International Nonbinary Day selfies, remembering the gay communes of the ’80s, lesbian period dramas, gay music, and more!
The most pressing question to come out of San Diego Comic-Con.
Instead of counting down the days to see if we get three lines on The L Word reboot, we should be counting down the days until Simone gets to turn this short into a full-season show.
I wanna eat this on a lake at sunset or literally every hot summer morning for breakfast.
I live an independent life at the cost of ignoring the baggage that comes with it.
Plus updates on Claws, Siren, Grand Hotel, and Ambitions!
How hard do you go on the Hayley Kiyoko when making your summer road trip playlist?
Topics include the uncanny valley of online dating, the explosion of streaming TV, white privilege, weddings, the influencers of Byron Bay, Buffalo Wild Wings as a secret gay bar, BDSM and so much more!
“Hello, is this a safe space where we can discuss the complete emotional dismantling perpetrated by Heather Hogan’s letter accompanying the fundraiser?”
“I am attracted to both men and women and the person I fell in love with is a man. I wish it could just be about the human I am in love with, not their gender. This is why I am so passionate about advocating for equal acceptance across the spectrum of sexuality. Let’s just love who we love and leave each other alone. The world has bigger problems.”
Ah summer. When the melancholy heartbreak of the cooler seasons is replaced with frantic lust and desperation. But you can stop crying over whoever it is you’re crying over. Because only one person matters now. Lesbian Jesus herself. Hayley Kiyoko.
YA trans literature, a new national Canadian literature by women, how to evaluate what you see and hear and more.
We’ve spent years — our whole lives, sometimes, it seems like — talking about what our community could look like if we weren’t spending all our time and energy on just staying alive, a feeling that queer and trans people know all too well. With your help, we’re excited to find out what thriving looks like.
I got sober alone, in a village about an hour north of Kampala, Uganda. I had moved there for a job opportunity, naively confident I, as an openly queer person with a mental illness, could flit across the globe like a moth. By the time I quit my job and scheduled an emergency move back to the United States, my drinking was threatening my life.
The mainstream popularity of Madonna’s “Vogue” opens up new opportunities for Damon and Ricky.
Get sexually fluid with your fluids with this “Are You The One?” drinking game!