My Weekend Crush

Um, did we manifest the new Rebecca Ferguson/Greta Lee sapphic rom-com or what? Between her heavy wlw flirting and her tank top supremacy, Rebecca has apparently been method acting her way to her new lesbian role. Also, how did we not know about her new lesbian role – with Greta Lee no less – before this?

The only whisper of it was Greta’s Interview magazine chit-chat with Willem Dafoe earlier this month where they had this exchange:

LEE: I’m about to leave on Saturday to do something in London. I’m scared to do it.
DAFOE: That’s good. What is it?
LEE: It’s a romance, but it’s between two women, and I haven’t done that before.
DAFOE: What kind of romance? Full on?
LEE: Full on, baby. I’m doing my stretches.

And then the Internet gods gifted us with these shots of them being all kissy-kissy in London together on set. I guess not everything in the world is terrible. May we all survive long enough to see Rebecca and Greta “full-on” lezzing out for each other on screen. We expect so little from you these days, universe, please let the sapphics at least have this. We promise to do our stretches, too. Happy weekend all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Throwback Edition

Yes, I know, I keep talking about sports. A lot of the popular discourse keeps revolving around them – particularly women’s sports – particularly by people who have never in their lives watched professional women’s sports unprompted. But I digress. You know who I hope is basking in the progressive glory of today’s WNBA? Cheryl Miller, the college star and Team USA standout and Olympic gold medalist who went on to become the first head coach and general manager of the Phoenix Mercury and is now receiving some deserved flowers for her trailblazing career. But, honestly, I just remember her as the O.G. swaggiest coach of the WNBA. And 30 years later, she’s still got it.

WNBGAY Says Trans Rights

It’s been so hot this summer, I guess we’ll just have to post an extra day of tank tops, with a little advance of Thursday gender fuck in the mix. Because how great are the best coaches and players in the WNBA in their response to this artificial, right-wing freakout about trans athletes in women’s sports? With MAGA Barbie fanning the flames (gotta ensure there’s another career lined up after her mid-playing career ends), the Player’s union and individual players (and coaches) have all made their support for trans rights unequivocally clear. Isn’t it nice when abhorrently bigoted views are part of the unpopular minority in a group for a change. It’s called the WNBGAY for a reason. Don’t fuck with our family.

Also, come on, how hot is Gabby Williams? I saw it with my own two eyes. Plus 10 toes down for trans athletes? Died and gone to Ballhalla, indeed.

Also, thanks for the bonus tank out Seattle Storm star Stefanie Dolson. Somehow, the message is even better.

And there are good reasons the Lynx are No. 1, and Cheryl Reeve being a great leader is sure one of them.

Tank Top Tuesday: Rebecca Ferguson Edition

Well, that settles it. I must be going through a Swedish ladies phase. Because I’ve developed a definite crush on Rebecca Ferguson. After her full-on sapphic-bait flirting at Comic-Con recently, I just can’t help it. She was always the best part of those last few “Mission: Impossible” movies (until those idiots killed her off). And she was bone-chillingly terrifying in “Doctor Sleep.” Also her “Silo” wardrobe appears to be predominantly tank top based. So, um, should I be watching “Silo” or what? I mean I’m already watching Rebecca in all her tank topped glory through the ages. So better late than never.

Music Monday: Zara's Sun

Yes, OK, I love Swedish dance-pop princesses, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I hadn’t paid much mind to Zara Larsson until Alysa Liu skated to her song with PinkPantheress “Stateside” during the Olympic figure skating exhibition gala earlier this year. But since then, I’ve been further charmed by her fun shows, her real singing, and just her general good vibes. “Midnight Sun” is definitely my song of the summer. And this slowed-down version filmed in the beauty of the real Swedish Midnight Sun? Also, you’re welcome for the early that-counts-as-a-tank-top abs-tacular happening in that video. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

I don’t know that much about the new “Little House on the Prairie” series. And I have not watched yet. I watched some of the original, some. And read a few of the books, a few. But, at heart I was an Anne of Green Gables girl. So imagine my mixed feelings now that Anne Shirley herself has come to the Prairie. While the show has too much of a Trad Wifey vibe (deserved or undeserved, since again admittedly I have not watched), I am cheering for Megan Follows to be awesome. Because she will always be Anne with an e to me. No matter where she roams. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Cate & Rosamund Edition

Whenever Cate Blanchett and Rosamund Pike meet each other, one of them apparently has to gender fuck. It’s the sheer alpha blonde energy, I think. It must be contained by some sort of suit. To which I say, ladies, you should hang out together more. Much, much, muchmuchmuch more. Also, talk about getting better with age.

2003

2007

2026

I mean, at this rate, think how good they'll look in another 20 years?

The Like Is Out There

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Even if I end up not loving “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” (and I highly, highly doubt it), I will always love how horny Gillian Anderson and Hannan Einbinder have been for each other during the press tour. Like, just out there, putting panties around our necks, calling out Jean Smart and now thirstily liking vintage pictures of the other. I mean, I get it. I liked that picture, too. Never change, ladies, never change. Happy Hump Day, indeed.

p.s. Can we talk about the way Gillian looks like the perfect 50s housewife clinging to her secret gay younger lover? Yes, I broke out the “L” word and not about Lover Cindi.

Wait, I'm free!

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When you fumble so hard, and the whole lesbian internet knows it. The other weekend influencer and artist Eleanor Barnes interviewed Rebecca Ferguson at San Diego Comic-Con. And, well, she fumbled. When Eleanor – who goes by snitchery – asked Rebecca what luxury item she’d take with her into the Silo, and Rebecca answered with a extra flirty, “You free?” Swoon forever. Plus, just look at her super tomboy/super Supergirl outfit? Like, pick up on the vibes, girl. At least the poor lass acknowledges the error of her ways. And millions of sapphics scream, “I'm free, Rebecca! I'm FREE!” But seriously, that outfit and answer? *raises wlw eyebrow*

Music Monday: Robyn Times

How good do you have to be at writing beautiful, danceable breakup songs that you get invited to sing at the Nobel Peace Prize Concert? I’ve been going through a real Robyn renaissance phase, listening and dancing to her at every opportunity. Maybe it’s because she reminds me of a better time? This was 2010, after all. Obama was president. That orange guy with the bad hair was just a national joke. Not the whole world’s biggest problem. Anyway, good memories. Great song. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Couple) Crush

Fine, last sportball thing for the week. I swear! You’d think I was the turning into a total jock. But who can resist Basketball’s Cutest Frenchies. I’m so glad that Gabby Williams and Marine Johannès are still together after hard launching their relationship at last year’s All-Star game. I love to see them interact, and that Gabby talks so openly about Marine’s importance in her life. Also, she finally hit Marine’s signature one-legged three at this year’s All-Stars. Like, that’s some romantic shit – for sporty gals. Plus, come on, they’ve giving Pazzi a serious run for their money in the Hottest WNBGAY Couple department. Bonus points because, for me, they’re slightly more age-appropriate. Also, the below interaction. Like, if that isn’t the most adorably coupley teasy comfy with each other lesbian thing you’ve ever seen. Plus that look Marine gave Gabby right after getting stamped? *low lesbian whistle* Someone is in trouuuuuble, but the mostly good kind. Happy weekend, all.

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Gender Fuck Thursday: WNBGAY Edition

One of the best things about today’s WNBA – and, make no mistake, this is all because of the players themselves – is all the acceptance of more masc/butch/stud et al presenting queer female athletes. And not just acceptance, but embrace. Heck, embrace isn’t even enough – in many cases, it’s full-on drooling over. Thinking back to 30 years ago when the league was formed, and they were scared to even admit any lesbians ever touched a basketball. All it took was three decades of non-stop fighting for our rights (and, clearly, our rights are still and always in jeopardy). But, still, it is quite something. Get it, you hot-ass ballers. You earned this.

Olivia Miles

Best suit of the orange carpet. I said what I said.

Breanna Stewart

Schoolboy shoes are working for me.

Kahleah Copper

Normally I don’t love a shiny suit. This is not normally.

Stud Budz

I’ll be honest, I don’t love the Trump ties. But I forgive them because of the Thing 1 & Thing 2 hair.

Paige Bueckers

Are “The Matrix”-era sunglasses back? This is like B-ball Trinity.

Winslet Wednesday

Just because it's Hump Day, here is Kate Winslet sitting some sort of way. You're welcome.

Vive la France

@gala.fr #macron #georgeslucas #jodiefoster #onregardequoi #whattowatch ♬ I Think I Like When It Rains - WILLIS

Did you know Jodie got a fancy award from French President Emmanuel Macron this month? Truly, these days you can only go overseas to accept any kind of presidential award. Ain’t no way she’s coming anywhere near the stick-on-gold White House these days. Also, well done receiving the Legion of Honor alongside Sigourney Weaver. Again, I ask, can this moment be the timeline? Pretty please?

@gala.fr #macron #sigourneyweaver #jodiefoster #onregardequoi #whattowatch ♬ Linger - The Cranberries