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

Music Monday: Yes, Her

Withholding comment on the whole Roseanne in bed with a bunch of lesbians of it all, did you know Uh Huh Her were going to release another album, their first in a dozen years? I actually first discovered Leisha Hailey from her music, back in her pink-haired Murmurs days. That was before “The L Word” was even a glint in Ilene Chaiken’s lesbian eye. The new Uh Huh Her will be out Aug. 7. Until then, relive a truly surreal part of Leisha’s musical history. If only Roseanne wasn’t a MAGA wackjob these days. But then there’s always a MAGA wackjob ruining everything these days. So why not our sapphic nostalgia too. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

I hope Azzi and Paige have another great WNBA All-Star Weekend. I mean, the People’s Princess already became the first rookie ever to win the 3-Point Contest. Like, come on. Pazzi always. I love the WNBGAY, especially on All-Star Weekend. I mean, they already met Obama. What if we just lived in this timelines all the time? Happy Everybody Watches Women’s Sports weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Tennis, Anyone

I guess I’m just feeling sporty this week. But what was in the water, or should I say wardrobes, at Wimbledon this year? I noticed celeb-after celeb – queer or otherwise – rocking the preppy menswear. And, I can’t help it, I kind of love it. WASPy, old money gender fuck is secretly one of my favorite categories of gender fuck. Like, damn, Jodie and Alexandra. You make me want to pitch a show called Real Lesbian Housewives of Cape Cod. Though, honestly, thanks to Ralph Lauren, everyone at Wimbledon looked like they were about to ask the unpopular girl in the handsewn dress to prom.

Jodie Foster & Alexandra Hedison

Emma Corrin

Cynthia Erivo

Nicole Kidman

Rashida Jones

Sarah Pidgeon

Right, so who above is taking you to prom? Yes, obviously, I already called dibs on Jodie. (Sorry, Alexandra, not sorry.)

Take Me Out...To the Ballpark

Now that the big men’s sportsball party is over, how about them ladies? Details about the first four teams in the new Women’s Pro Baseball League were finally released, and they will be the Boston Hunters, Los Angeles Queens, New York Heights, and San Francisco Firebells. And, well, the league is already being hailed as “Gayer Than the WNBA.” Sapphics, sapphics. No need to fight. Both leagues should be GAY AS HELL. According to Autostraddle, the WPBL initial roster has 18 out LGBTQ+ players, with representation on every team. Having finally gone to my first Valkyries game last month, I’m excited to get a chance to see yet another professional league play in my part of the country (I know, I know, the first season this year will be played in Springfield, Illinois – I can be patient.) All I know is, these athletes can take me out to the ballpark anytime – anytime at all.

Girls Trip

Stoner comedies aren’t typically my favorite genre. But stoner comedies directed and starring queer female leads and talking cats? Spark that shit now! Let’s fucking go! I have no idea whether “The Wrong Girls,” starring Kristen Stewart and Alia Shawkat and written and directed by K-Stew’s wife Dylan Meyer will be any good. But I know I don’t care because, well, did I mention the talking cats? Also Kate McKinnon is also in this thing. We’re all going, just bring plenty of snacks for the munchies.

p.s. Also here is K-Stew working out in a tank top-adjacent attire for this movie in case you needed some Tuesday bona fides.

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Music Monday: Pheobe Pan

Now, here is a female musician who can actually pull off a cool surprise show at Madison Square Garden. From Phoebe’s surprise MSG show where tickers were only $1 and the proceeds went to the Community Justice Exchange’s National Bail Fund Network, to her entirely phone/leak-free tour for her her album, she is modeling a welcome alternative to the attentionmaxxing-at-all-cost celebrity set. Indeed the lack of publicity, save for this rather charming appearance on Fallon (I know, ew, but the options have dwindled…) is a win for under-exposure. I mean, even I think the kid band is pretty cute. (Yes, it probably is a little on the nose considering her album has a Peter Pan theme, but we have a mad king gilding his lair in gold while robbing the world, this whole timeline is on the nose.) Happy Monday, kittens.