Everyone in the film is Mexican. Everything in the film is Mexican. Everyone and everything is me.
What I can say, with the utmost love, is that this series feels like Brooklyn. It feels like the Brooklyn that raised me and protected me as a young woman. It feels like Sisterhood. It’s funny and smart and bright and challenging.
From makeup and skincare products to statement tees and accessories, I’m confident that you’ll find more than a few items on this list to love. Also, almost everything is under $45.
“Her first step into her first floor apartment was into a puddle of water. Everything was wet: furniture, photos, poems, journals, her shoes. The water lines on her walls marked the flood waters at a foot and a half.”
To me, magic means resilience and connecting to ancestors who survived the tragedy of the Middle Passage. Magic runs through my veins and feels like my birthright. It’s stronger than white supremacy will ever be.
When I look at this list, I’m fortified knowing that increasingly we are not being asked to choose between our blackness and our queerness as the movement moves forward. We are no longer being asked to do the work, but keep our faces in the shadows.
There’s just some songs that make you want to shout and dance and that make you feel proud to be queer.
These podcasts are for the chingonas, the jotxs, and the baddass Latinxs who need some audio magic in their lives.
“Jessi showed me that it was cool to focus on my ambitions and to form deep relationships with other girls instead of being boy-obsessed.”
“I couldn’t afford to go home, but it was common knowledge among the many international students that, technically, one could remain in the country beyond the visa validity period as long as you were still enrolled in school. So I did.”
“Vibes. It’s all about the energy I share, the energy we share with one another. Whether in public or in private, in romance or otherwise. I think about the deepest times in my life and how I dealt with them through music with a bounce, catchy melodies and poetic sentiments.”
Shraya’s lyrics tease apart the ways in which trans girls’ emotional lives are drawings rendered in chiaroscuro, the play of light and shadow: The power and relief of discovering one’s identity in private intertwined with the pain of objectification and sexual violence.
Boy? Girl? BOY OR GIRL?
Defeating this bill is a matter of life and death to the transgender, gender non-conforming and intersex people of color who depend on Medicaid to survive.
“Soft butches everywhere? I don’t know what your heaven looks like, but this is mine.”
Scarlet isn’t interested in acquitting itself to any man. And as the magazine repeatedly rejects the reductive assumption that sex and feminism and fashion and politics can’t coexist, so does the show itself.
“Whether it’s metallic details, leather-y looks, or fabric that’s slashed or bound together with laces, Robbins often has a spectacular Mad Max: Thunderdome-type thing goin’ on. Hot.”
Claws is not Breaking Bad. Breaking Bad is not Breaking Bad if Walter White isn’t a white man cloaked in respectability. You share that narrative through the eyes of a struggling black woman, a recent parolee, a recovering addict, a lesbian and a former sex worker, and the story changes completely.
I went all the way to New York to get in bed with Gabby Rivera last week, and we talked all about body image, summertime feelings, and America Chavez. It RULED.
I will not celebrate a country in which 11 of the 14 trans people of color murdered this year have been black women. I will not celebrate a country currently run by fascists and white supremacists. I will not eat your bland potato salad. I will not celebrate a country that does not celebrate me.