Cats, crits and covens.

I’d like to vote this episode the least likely to answer anything without producing twelve more questions in its wake.

Having the blessing – or curse – of lighter skin is a double edged sword. I never gave much thought to the idea that society needs positive cultural images of minorities until I came to embrace my Hispanic heritage and come out of the closet.

“Apparently the witches’ journey to New Orleans was just like the Oregon Trail, only with less fiber and more smelly vaginas! This fucking show, you guys. This. Fucking. Show.”

I can’t say any of us were thrilled to sign up, but we knew what we had to do: we had to sign up for a dating app and prepare to meet a lot of ladies… for science.

A show about “celebrities” with “relationship problems” being solved by a “professional” team of therapists. Quotation marks intentional.

If your pantry pal looks as frozen as you this winter, give it a new life!

“Just when all hope seems lost, Zoe beheads the zombie while wielding a motherfucking chainsaw! Look who just became an interesting character!”

Before there was sexting, there was inserting obvious sexual metaphors into benign-looking letters and adding romantic overtones to keep it classy.

This week in lit: trans* poetry, finding Waldo, reviewing books in GIFs, Doris Lessing, closeted characters, riese reads “the circle” and more.

Question: Tell me what you think about, B? You buy your own diamonds and you buy your own rings?

Let’s take a long hard look at who else got nominated for GLAAD Awards this year besides us, with a not-to-be-missed section from Mey about the Comic Book nominees.

Welcome to the sixth episode of American Horror Story, where I come face to face with my greatest fear: bad New Orleans accents!

This is an essay about leaving everything behind, and I don’t know where to start because part of what that means is that I am leaving you.

It’s Halloween in Rosewood! Actually it isn’t, but it’s Halloween here and the Liars are in costumes with quite a lot of cleavage!

In which Emily spends some quality time in bed with Alison and we return to Aria’s love shack only to discover shocking news about Hanna’s past hookups.

Welcome to the seventh episode of American Horror Story, featuring an award-winning musical score by Hans Zimmer. I’m sorry, that’s not Hans Zimmer; it’s two goblins humping on a Casio keyboard. My mistake.

“I did not intend to have any experiences outside the range of what I had previously proven to myself I was comfortable with or could understand. Scully and I both convinced ourselves that this was possible, that it had ever been a possibility.”

“Back at wrestling practice, Perky Emma of the Ankle Picks offers Jesus a cookie — an organic cookie with no dyes. Maybe she has lesbian moms too.”

“I’m going to talk to you about my favorite things of the moment: looking terrifying (but also festive! Holiday appropriate!) and suits. Also: short hair. I feel like we all may have these things in common, maybe?”