I’m ashamed that I rejected real love that I had in my life because I couldn’t lose the security of heterosexuality and the validation I thought it bestowed on me.

Plus updates on The Chi, For All Mankind, and Roswell, New Mexico.

“Extremely weird that there are two queer media subjects named TAR right now.”

A roundtable between four queer black writers about THEE show of the summer that united exceptional storytelling, with blackness and queerness and southernness, in ways we’ve never seen before.

Instead of opening up these First Four match-ups to the whole wide web, as we usually do, we’re going to start here… with the members who power this community year-round.

Is Bravo the most bisexual network on television? MAYBE SO.

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

Honey, we’re home!!!! “Wait, Is This a Date?” is back and we’re talking all things mommi culture! And all things dating as an actual mom!

“Baths are less of a frivolous want and more of an emotional and spiritual essential.”

It’s nice that trans people are included in this saccharine world at a time when many are trying keep us excluded.

Cocaine Bear has finally hit theaters. Apparently he only terrorizes straight people? But we couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be part of such an important cultural conversation. And so, we have ranked fictional bears by lesbianism. 

Is there anything gayer than enemies to lovers, when you really think about it?

“We were just kissing ON THE MOUTH and you wanna know if we are SISTERS?!”

“March Madness”, as completely unhinged and dated as it is, also reveals something far more depressing and contemporary: Nothing has really changed.

I’m a little embarrassed to admit that I knew next to nothing about the Spice Girls before this season of The Circle, but I can now confidently say that I would die for Mel B.

I’m ranking them here based on whether or not they actually taste like the thing they’re supposed to be.

A beautiful commitment to and demonstration of Black femme poetics, The Color Pynk offers a radical alternative to the genre of the academic book, one that celebrates Black queer language as its own tactic of freedom-dreaming.

This is exactly what I want from contemporary low-budget queer filmmaking.

“i just think patty melt IS a gender tbh”

For anyone addicted to Love Is Blind and found themselves wondering, “wow I wish this was approximately 93% gayer!”