My Weekend Crush

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One Almost Lesbian Wedding and a Funeral

Remember when I manifested the Rebecca Ferguson/Greta Lee lesbian rom-com? Did I mention it got better? The film, “Honeymoon/Funeral,” just got picked up by Black Box (the studio behind “Wicker,” so they know how to market crazy shit!). And also Carrie Coon is also somehow in this thing too?

Lest you forgot, the film follows “two women (Ferguson and Lee) who meet on a flight from L.A. to London — one en route to her honeymoon by herself after being left at the altar by her girlfriend, the other headed home for her mother’s funeral — and wind up spending the week together.” We can all place bets on whether Greta is the honeymoon and Rebecca is the funeral, and if Carrie is the cold feet fiancee (as this Deadline post implies…)

But what we know if that its being directed by Nahnatchka Khan, creator of “Fresh Off the Boat,” “Don't Trust the B— in Apartment 23” and “Laid,” and written by Julia Bicknell, a writer/producer on “Yellowjackets,” “The Haunting of Bly Manor” and “13 Reasons Why.” Oh, and they’re a Hollywood power couple (with a very nice house)! I know, sapphics making a sapphic rom-com for us sapphics? Is this heaven, or lesbian Iowa? (37 year old movie reference, anyone?)

During this terrible timeline we all find ourselves trapped in, I take things to look forward to very seriously. So, don’t let me down, “Honeymoon/Funeral.” The gay ladies really need this.

Last Yellowjacket Standing

So I stopped watching this. But, I am curious how it all ends. In the past, that is. We already know how things end for some of these ladies in the present. (Also, because I stopped watching, are there any gays left besides Shauna – in the past or present?) Anyway, who’s still watching. I am thrilled this show has kept Melanie Lynskey employed for four seasons. Cannibalism and all.

Tank Top Tuesday: Gabby Edition

This is an unrepentant Gabby Williams in tank tops appreciation post. Now, I appreciate Gabby in and out of a tank top (hey, not like that – OK, exactly like that). But, what I mean here, is Gabby truly became a superstar this season. After her memorable almost beat us two-pointer in the gold medal match of the last Olympics, she has gone ballistic with the Valkyries. And, you know, she has that face and those arms. Like, we are powerless to resist that gorgeous full sleeve and her good skincare routine. Also, did I mention I got to see her scream “For the gays!” at Pride Night this June? Because I sure did. Imma pretend those heart hands are for me. I know, I know, they were for Marine Johannes. Is it weird I think how much she obviously loves Marine makes Gabby even hotter? Anyway, tanks (yes, tanks) for everything, Gabby. Go Valks!

Music Monday: Fuck Ice Edition

You know, I’m not much of a Paramore fan, admittedly. But, boy howdy, have I become a Hayley Williams fan. From her righteously blunt “True Believer” to her unabashed political on-stage statements, she’s like the anti-Ed Sheeran. Like screaming “Fuck ICE” with your whole chest and making a whole stadium scream it back? And giving Robert Kraft the vapors with “Free Palestine?” More of this, rock stars. Get some fucking ice in your OJ, you siveling coward millionare musicians. That’s the whole point of having, “Fuck you”-money in the first place, isn’t it? Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

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Now, I bet you thought I’d have picked Nigella. What with Ms. Lawson taking over for Prue Leith and reducing Paul Hollywood to a yes man. But, I must say, I was unexpectedly moved by (Spoilers, but you should just watch, it’s better than therapy honey), Danni’s exit interview. Now, every season has its eccentric and this season Danni was definitely that girl. But, goodness, did she not remind us of the magic of simple human interaction. Like, of course, we just all want to have friends. Truly, I feel a little verklempt anew each time I watch it. Now if we could all find the beauty in strangers, especially those not like us, wouldn’t this be a kinder, happier world? Happy weekend, all.

Oh, Canadian Lesbians!

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Well, as you can tell, this week kinda got away from me. Between organizing a big work project and fighting multiple pharmacies to get my estrogen refilled (the national shortage is real!) and also feeling a bit under the weather (but this is America, so we work through it, lol sob!!), I haven't been able to write. But it being International Lesbian Day and all I had to post something. And nothing says, “I’m sorry,” better than a hot lesbian Canadian woodswoman in a tank top wielding a bow and arrow. Wait, my apologies, nothing says “I’m sore-eee,” better than a hot lesbian Canadian woodswoman in a tank top wielding a bow and arrow. Also, like half of us down here are also very, very sore-eee about the whole America being the worst neighbor ever thing, too. Yet you still gift us with the likes of Nicole Maple Coenen. Oh, Canada, you remain too kind. Happy International Lesbian Day, kittens (especially you Canuck kittens!

Music MUNAday: Hannah Edition

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Watching Hannah Einbinder sing “Silk Chiffon” with Muna recently is the perfect cherry on top of all the the “Camp Miasma” discourse. Because, yes, that’s what it feels like oh when she’s on me. Ahem. Funny! Principled! (See her get arrested protesting Netanyahu at the UN recently?) And can sing! Like, I don’t know who all the 20-something sapphics are crushing on these days, but in a just world Hannah would be Top 5 easy. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

I’ve already said I don’t want to spoil the fleshly/bloody delights of “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” too much. But I will say that seeing Gillian Freaking Anderson be so game and glam and gay in her role was truly a wonder. I, like probably many of you, first began crushing on Gillian as the stalwart and sensible and so smart Scully. But I never, not even in my wildest dreams, could have guessed that one day Gillian would become the queer icon and out pansexual legend that she has become. Happy weekend, all.

Teenage Sex and Death At Camp Miasma Review

Well, it’s this just the perfect way to officially kick off spooky season? With lesbian horrors of perhaps the most delicious kind. I finally, finally got a chance to see “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” and it lived up to my already sky high expectations. Given how much I was truly thrilled by the bold. visceral storytelling of “I Saw the TV Glow,” I had been impatiently waiting. And the good news is, I loved it. And the better news is, I can’t wait to watch it again.

Gory. Gothic. Gorgeous. Gay as hell. And Gillian Anderson! What more could a gal want? Jane Schoenbrun has proven to be a filmmaker of singular and extraordinary vision. Their films weave complex allegories about society and sexuality together, shaped through the lens of nostalgia, while being both sumptuous and hilarious.

With Camp Miasma, we’re treated to the delights of watching Gillian Anderson and Hannah Einbinder be both campy and real, in equal measures. The former plays the faux slasher franchise’s original final girl turned reclusive Norma Desmond type and the latter is the young filmmaker tasked with rebooting the series. But, really, the less you know about this movie the better.

And this is coming from someone who doesn’t even like horror! But, I do love a smart, sexy, weird movie. And Camp Miasma is that, and funny, and scary, and sexy, and trippy and real. And just really damn good. Just, um, don’t be squeamish about blood. Or dipping sauces.

KissCam Dreams

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I realize shit is really heavy right now. Every breaking news alert feels like a deeper dive into our dystopian nightmare. But at least we got to witness Julien Baker and Lucy Dacus smooch on the KissCam at a recent New York Liberty game. At least we got that. It’s like a glimpse into a better world that is possible. Maybe even still.

Issa keeping it Rae-l

Whew, kittens. Do I feel this speech in my very bones. When I say Issa Rae speaks for all of us fed up women, whew, do I ever mean it. The realness. Like I said, whew. Yes, this is all men’s fault. Of course it’s overwhelmingly rich white men. But all men, none the less. So, ladies, not terrible gentlemen and every them and they, if you’ve got a little power right now, use it the fuck for good.

Music Monday: Brandi AND Alanis

I know, I know. But it’s Brandi AND Alanis! BRANDI AND ALANIS! On “Uninvited”! With the PRIMAL SCREAM. Also, Alanis needs to drop the yoga routine because if I tried to headbang like that my dang head would snap off my dang neck. All us perimenopausal Gen X ladies want to rock out so hard, but know the chiropractic bill afterward isn’t worth risking it. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Canadian) Crush

Dear Canadian Kittens,

I am so thrilled for you that today you get to watch lesbian beer league softball shenanigans. I so want to join in on the fun. But, alas, the Crave series has no U.S. distribution yet. (Though New Zealand and Australia, you seem to be in luck.) And because our barely sentient racist Cheeto for a president is The Worst In Every Way, who knows when this Canadian delight will trickle down to us. I get it, and honestly America deserves your disdain. Would it help to tell you that at least 48.3% of us are really, really, really sorry about all this *waves arms at the horrors*? We hate it too. And we WILL vote this November. Again, we can’t apologize enough for being such bad neighbors.

With Love on Behalf of Your Sane American Friends,
Ms. Snarker

p.s. Happy weekend, all!