Happy (Two) Hump(s) Day

Look, I’m just a simple queer lady blogger. And when a nice pair of boobs floats my way, well, I’m not mad about it. Especially if they’re as an empowered and impressive and impeccable a set as Janelle Monae has. Indeed, the superstar has entered their Naked Era, and I’m extremely not mad about it. Yes, I know I already wrote about their super gay new music video. But, uh, then they posed for the cover of Rolling Stone. Again, I’m just a simple country blogger. So I am powerless to resist such magnificence.

What a Doll

Fine, OK. I had a Barbie. One. I had ONE Barbie. And one Ken – the kind eternally in the swim trunks. But I was always more of an action figure girlie and/or “tomboy” as they called us back then or future gay as I call my past self now. So, I didn’t really know what to expect from the Barbie movie. I knew I liked Greta Gerwig’s work. And I knew the cast was ridiculously stacked. And I knew it would be some kind of send-up.

But “Closer to Fine,” Crazy Seer Lesbian Barbie Kate McKinnon, and Birkenstocks? Yeah, more like, “Portrait of Plastic Lady on Fire” – >amirite? But, seriously, this looks all sorts of fun and funny and feminist (I mean, the bad guys are literally trying to keep a woman in a box! They’re practically Republican congressmen!) Come on, Barbie, let’s go to the movies.

Music Monday: Tina, Just Tina

Please, you thought I’d let the magnificent Tina freaking Turner pass with only one post? Pshah. Soak it in, because we won’t soon see another performer like her for a while. Honestly, we most likely never will. At least not in our lifetimes. Also, she is 70 in this performance. 7-0. Age means whatever we will it to. Thanks again, Tina. Like I said – simply, always, eternally The Best. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

So, that’s what it feels like when a force of nature passes. Tina Turner was so many, many things. Peerless performer. Searing singer. Dancing diva. Inspirational icon. Stirring survivor. But in the end she was just the one and only Tina Turner. I was lucky enough to find her on her own terms, when she released her so-called comeback album “Private Dancer” in 1984. I was, of course, too young to be listening to all that. (Hello, “dancer for money, I'll do what you want me to do…”) But then, the other thing Tina Turner always was was sexy. So endlessly sexy, regardless of age, space and time. While I of course heard some of her earlier hits, it was once she became the Queen of Rock ‘n’ Roll that I truly fell in love.

So much ink rightful ink has already been spilled trying to explain what made Tina Turner so great. She remains perhaps the most dynamic entertainers of our lifetime. Yeah, there’s James Brown. But Tina Turner did it all – and in heels. Sure, there’s Prince, too. But he only sometimes did it in heels. It seems like a cruel cosmic joke that someone with such pure, raw kinetic energy should suddenly be gone. As if someday lightning may cease to exist.

Of course what else drew us to Tina Turner, besides her magnetic onstage persona, was the deeply personal hurt she had overcome. By being one of the very first celebrities to speak openly about surviving domestic violence, Tina Turner helped change the world. She shed light on the once taboo, hush-hush shame loop of intimate partner violence. And she was proof that you could get out and thrive, despite the worst efforts of small, violent, failed men like her ex-husband.

Having read about and watched her documentaries, including the 2021 doc “Tina,” it’s evident that she remained deeply traumatized by her abuse. Which, honestly, who wouldn’t be? To have the same questions, and the same horrible man, brought up in every interview and every conversation – that’s no way to heal. That she became a symbol of something she wanted to desperately forget remains one of the bittersweet truths of her life. So, yeah, I get it why she fled this country. I mean, I want to flee now. But, you know, different circumstances.

Which is another one of the revelations of Tina Turner. She spent the majority of her adult life – and certainly the majority since her skyrocketing solo success – in Europe. Since 1994 she had been a resident of Switzerland with her second (and younger, get it girl) husband. In Europe and Australia and Brazil she found equally adoring fans. The sun does not revolve around America, Americans. The world is bigger and wider and more beautiful than our small bubbles. So it only seems fitting a talent as momentous as Tina Turner should share herself completely with every last corner of it.

When she divorced her first husband, all Tina Turner took with her was her name. Now, no one could ever forget it. Simply, always, eternally The Best. Thank you for everything, Queen. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: THEE Sisters Edition

If you don’t know The Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, well, you truly haven’t been blessed yet. I first found out about the group it seemed like the moment I moved to California over two decades ago. They went hand-in-hand with learning about the queer community in San Francisco, the Bay Area and this Golden State. They struck me, and still strike me, as the ultimate San Francisco charity. Flamboyant. Irreverent. Deeply important.

The non-profit raises funds for LGBTQ+ people and others in need, and has done so since its founding in 1979. The group was critical during the AIDS crisis of the 80s and 90s. They've been a leader behind Pride and other events. And, generally, these Sisters just do good works while raising awareness and looking funky fabulous. They’re part of the essential fabric of Queer California, period.

So last week when the Dodgers disinvited them from their Pride Night celebration and revoked their Community Hero Award, well, that was some bad shit. It also shows the limitations of Rainbow Capitalism. The major league team’s willingness to throw out a group it said it supported because of some minor conservative grousings (Marco Rubio, go home this isn’t Florida you dummy) is telling. Just as telling is the immediate reaction from Pride LA (which rightly pulled out of the event in solidarity with the Sisters because they know what’s up) and the inevitable backtracking by the Dodgers (who have now reinvited the Sisters). I also enjoyed the Anaheim Angels righteous trolling, but maybe that’s because I’m no Dodgers fan (Go, Giants! Or A’s! I’m happily poly when it comes to sportsball.)

The event is now back on with all parties invited and attending. But this is a reminder that the fights we thought we’d already won aren’t nearly as over as we think they are. I thought the days of conservatives clutching their pearls about men (and other queer, trans folks) with beards dressing as nuns was well behind us. But here we are, fighting the same fights. No, we’re not groomers. No, we’re not pedophiles. No, we aren’t going to sexually assault you in the bathroom. You’re thinking about men. Straight white men, in particular — you know, if we’re being statistically accurate about things. Anyway, as I was saying.

When your support doesn’t come from genuine convictions, it can easily bend and break when political winds seemingly change. But if you really believe that the Sisters and queer advocacy and charity organizations are doing good works, you honor them. And it doesn’t matter what a weasely little senator for 3,000 miles away or idiots who like to shoot up cases of Bud Light say about it. Because that’s what’s right. And amen to that, Sisters.

Banned in the USA

America, America. What the actual fuck are you doing? Book banning is not a new atrocity. But it’s turning out to be an unfortunately persistent one. And, lately, an increasingly frequent one. While some neoliberals can’t stop wringing their hands in the pages of the NYT about the so-called scourge of cancel culture on college campuses, they remain demonstratively silent about real canceling happening in our culture.

So as Florida Gov. DeSantis preps today to announce his presidential run (I know, gross), know that his state has just BANNED the poem read at President Joe Biden’s inauguration in 2021 from an elementary school in Miami-Dade County. Poet Amanda Gorman’s beautiful words of hope and democracy were banned because of one parent’s objection, which is a thing that now happens in Florida, The U.S.A. So, as voters gear up to mark their ballots, think hard about what Making America Florida (like, I cannot shudder hard enough) really means.

Books. Banned. Abortion. Banned. Drag. Banned. Saying Gay. Banned. Teaching about race. Banned. Trans health care, youth sports, bathroom access and general existence. Banned.

Now, guns on the other hand? Well, Florida Man signed an open carry law and the state is already Stand Your Ground heaven.

Look, everyone who loves guns more than books, LGBTQ+ people, drag queens, people of color, reproductive health care and the accurate teaching of history is welcome to have the Sunshine State. Everyone else, let’s help start a great migration to states that don’t have fascist wannabe presidential contenders doing everything in their power to make life worse for the rest of us. Climate change is gonna turn that state into an archipelago (if it's lucky...) soon enough.

That's a (Mat)Lock

Oh no, I really am getting old. I think I might watch the new “Matlock” reboot. I know, I know. Watching that show about the simple country lawyer used go hand-in-hand with AARP membership. But, hear me out – what if that simple country lawyer was a lady instead of Andy Griffith? And what if that lady was Kathy Bates? And what if the reboot played against the stereotypical portrayal of the doddering, invisible older woman? Fine, I’m still old.

p.s. Also I’m all for Kathy Bates sexually harassing Jason Ritter in the cast, or as I like to call him Mr. Melanie Lynskey.

p.p.s. My immediate affection for this show may also have something to do with my eternal affection for Kathy Bates’s Southern accent, circa “Fried Green Tomatoes.” Towanda!

Music Monday

One of the things I like is when song I know from TikTok start charting in the real world. (Well, realer – and hopefully slightly less algorithmically manipulated.) For a while now one of the songs on my feed signaling the righteous-est of indignations has been CHINCHILLA’s “Little Girl Gone.” (If you know it, it starts with the “Run little girl, run little girl, run!”) The nature of these musical memes is you only get a snippet. But having sought out the whole thing it’s just as righteous with a healthy dose of patriarchy smashing violence. TikTok really has changed how folks discover music. London-based indie artist CHINCHILLA (not to be confused with the small, pet rodents) self-released her music. And now she’s got a Billboard streaming charts hit. Happy patriarchy smashing Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (T-Shirt) Crush

When you get the very last Jenifer Prince Pride Edition T-Shirt at your local Target. Hope you’re having a great weekend, all.

p.s. If you're interested, I post the occasional photo of my life over at Instagram. If you're into that sort of thing.

Becoming Highsmith

Mark me down as intrigued, again, but in a gayer way. So Shailene Woodley, Cara Delevigne and Noémie Merlant will co-star in a biopic of queer novelist extraordinaire Patricia Highsmith of “The Talented Mr. Ripley” and “The Price of Salt” (you know, “Carol”) fame. Now, I love Noémie from “Portrait of a Lady on Fire” and “Tar,” of course. And I have varying degrees of affection for Cara and Shailene (like, not to get all in my 2016 feelings, but she was pretty anti-Hillary and dated Aaron “immunized” Rodgers forever so…).

Shailene will play Highsmith, and Cara and Noémie will play women she has relationships with. According to Deadline, the film will be fashioned like a horror movie which, what? Per Deadline:

“Titled The Murderous Miss Highsmith, the film will reimagine the author’s life as a horror movie, focusing on the formative period just before she wrote her most celebrated work, The Talented Mr. Ripley, which was partly inspired by her doomed relationships with two women.”

OK, well, I’m always here for more and better representation of LGBTQ+ people and queer women in particular (look, you have to root for the home team). The film is being produced by indie standouts Killer Films and be co-produced by queer indie producer extraordinaire Christine Vachon (of “Go Fish,” “Boys Don’t Cry,” “Carol” and many other great and very queer films fame). So I will definitely be watching. I’m still not sure about the horror angle, but as long as it’s super gay I will allow it. True of movies and, honestly, much of life. If it’s super gay, I’ll allow it.

Poor One Out

Mark me down as intrigued. I had not heard a peep about this movie before hitting play on the trailer for “Poor Things” and now I’m rather pleased I went in totally unprepared. If you’d like to take this moment to watch this under 50-second teaser equally unprepared, by all means please do and I will be here when you get back from your short trip. *whistles off key* Right, so intrigued, right?

It’s like Dr. Frankenstein meets gothic Pushing Daisies meets acid trip Wes Anderson. But this time Frankenstein’s monster is Emma Stone and the skies all look like the most beautiful snow cones you’ve ever seen. I have not read more about the plot because, clearly, this is an aesthetic endeavor with, if filmmaker Yorgos Lanthimos’s past work is to be a guide, very sharp elbows. Lanthimos was behind my favorite film of 2018, “The Favourite.”

While that movie also had Emma Stone, I’m not as optimistic for lesbian overtones (or even undertones) in his latest work. But I do like to see Emma play against type. I like the absurdist chaos and magical weirdness of the trailer, and, well, who doesn’t root for Frankenstein’s Emma’s monster to slap the shit out of every man she sees? That’s the whole plot, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Chasing Lesbian Movies

When I heard there was a documentary about the impact of “Chasing Amy” I was pretty meh about it at first. The 1997 film wasn’t exactly my favorite. Even way back then its problematic problems were pretty problematic — so that’s a problem. But I also understand the unshakeable connection we queer people have to the media that makes us first feel really seen. That movie or TV show or music or book or painting or whatever kind of art that made us say, even if only to ourselves, “That’s me. I’m like that.” So, yeah, I get why queer trans filmmaker Sav Rodgers wanted to make a documentary about his feelings about the Kevin Smith-Ben Affleck-Joey Lauren Adams movie. I only wish he’d seen and connected with better queer movies of that era in the first place.

But, look, I get it. I grew up in the Midwest too and totally understand the whole you get what you can find media landscape for LGBTQ+ representation in those years. I was at the indie video store renting a copy of “Claire of the Moon” back in the early 90s and getting traumatized. And don’t think I still feel a certain way about Guinevere Turner because of “Go Fish.” (I see you in this documentary, Guin, I see you. I also see you, Trish!)

Still, as the documentary appears to rightfully address, the film has, well, problems. And one of the biggest is that it’s a story about a queer woman told entirely by a bunch of straight white heterosexual dudes. But, again, I get it. Everyone’s journey toward figuring themselves out is different, and none are perfect because there is no perfect. So after watching the trailer I now feel a lot less meh about “Chasing Chasing Amy” because it is a queer story told by a queer filmmaker about the process of becoming a queer filmmaker and the unlikely queer(ish) film that helped him along the way.

Also, if you’re looking for a truly great queer film from the exact same year as “Chasing Amy,” might I direct you toward “All Over Me.” From sister filmmaking duo Alex and Sylvia Sichel, it was a searing look at what it felt like to fall in love with your best friends as a teenager growing up in Hell’s Kitchen New York. Like “Kids,” but less exploitative and shocking for shocking sake. Also, it featured a baby faced, pink-haired Leisha Hailey which is just the cutest. While writing this, I looked up what the Sichel Sisters had been up to recently and I regret to inform you (or reinform you if you’re more up to date than me), that lesbian filmmaker Alex Sichel passed away in 2014. Sylvia, meanwhile, looks like she teaches at NYU. Anyway, might make a good documentary. Just a suggestion.

Music Monday: Lipstick Lover Edition

So you won’t be able to watch the new Janelle Monae video here. It’s too spicy for the embed to work. So instead I’ll give you a few minutes to click the watch on Youtube link below, watch the video, drool uncontrollably, and come right back.…. Right, so you good? Oops, still got a little drool left there in the corner. And your jaw, have you regained control of it or is it still on the floor? Still on the floor. Well, understandable.

If you haven’t watched Janelle’s “Lipstick Lover” yet, OMG, what are you doing? If you haven’t watched it several times in a row I admire your willpower and self-denial. Wait, scratch that. Don’t deny yourself the joy and absolute PLEASURE of watching Janelle, well, pleasure themselves in all manner of ways.

I consider this video the official start of Hot Them Summer. The nonbinary superstar brings us the first single from their new album “The Age of Pleasure,” which will be their first new record in five years. And, based on this video, we’re in for what can only accurately be described as a good time. A very very, sexy sexy, hot hot, indistinguishable gurgling sounds indistinguishable gurgling sounds good time. How good you ask?

Let us count the ways:

Well, so many hands good.

Legs for days good.

Booty as a bookstand good.

Booty as a chinrest good.

Booty, in general, good.

Boobs, in particular, good.

And good old-fashioned rain of vibrators good.

Like I was saying. Hope this gets your week off to a good start. Or at least gets something off. Ahem. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. Someone should track down Lover Cindi to get her shot-by-shot reaction to the video. I mean, it only seems right, after all, as one of the O.G. Lipstick Lovers.

My Weekend Crush

When systems are fucked up, like the whole entertainment industry has been for too long about sexual assault and the crimes of its powerful “genius” men, drastic actions are needed. So I commend the continued bravery and determination of Adèle Haenel for removing herself from the problem area, so to speak. The French actress of “Portrait of a Lady on Fire” and “Water Lilies” fame announced this week she was retiring from the film industry because of her country’s “general complacency” about “sexual aggressors.”

The actress famously stormed off with some very choice and appropriate expletives in early 2020 after Roman Polanski won best director at the César Awards (France’s Oscars). And she was the first to speak up as part of France’s #MeToo Movement about abuse that started when she was 12 (TWELVE) on movie sets.

Sometimes it feels like getting older is just the gradual realization that the systems and institutions we have come to see as essential in our lives are fundamentally broken, and broken in ways that almost always favor the already powerful, the already rich, the already privileged. As much as I love the movies and filmmaking as an art, I know real human monsters can lurk within the system (and, really, all systems — ugh, am I starting to sound tinfoil hatty? I’m mostly sane, I promise.) Again, just because someone’s art is great, doesn’t make them a great or particularly good or even tolerable person.

What we can control, what we can do each one of us, is decide what we want to consume. Do we want to keep watching the works of the Roman Polanskis and the Gérard Depardieus and the Woody Allens of this world? (And, yes, to go back to an earlier point – the J.K. Rowlings of the world, too. Because while she’s not a sexual abuser like those men, her ongoing anti-trans rhetoric makes life immeasurably harder, more dangerous and less livable for trans and queer people of the world. And that should not be accepted in our society, just as we should not accept homophobes or rapists or racists or gross old men who marry their adopted daughters – and yet).

Or do we agree as a society to remove these sexual predators, the actual problem areas, and hold them accountable so that talented women and like Adèle and countless others can continue in the craft they love. Seems like a simple decision to me, but then I’m just a gal ranting about systems on a beautiful Friday morning. Vice la résistance, Adèle. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Dianna Edition

Hey, hi. It’s Thursday. Would you like to see Dianna Agron in a suit — and her abs sorta in the suit? Oh, never mind. I know. You’re not even reading right now. Anyway, Dianna has a new interview up with Bustle about her new Hulu horror movie “Clock.” The photos that go with the interview include Dianna in this suit, bra, pants combo. I’m glad to see Quinn Fabray has kept up those cheerleader abs. For her physical and mental health! No other reasons.

But, admittedly, it’s a little less hot when they pull back and show the oversized parachute pants situation going on on her lower half. Like, why so much fabric? Is it to hide all the sweet lady kisses? Anyway, after making headlines recently for denying, sorta, the whole SwiftGron lore (that she and Taylor Swift were an item and that she’s the inspiration for “22”). Her response to Rolling Stone: “Me? Oh, if only!” She also seemed to play coy about what shipping is which what in the Faberry Fandom? But, anyway, I haven’t thought about Dianna in a while even though we’ve met and all that. So it’s nice to see her doing well and looking well and yes wearing this suit. We’ll pretend we don’t know about the pants. Just like Dianna pretended she doesn’t know about shipping.

Look Up, On the Table

Florence Pugh watching Janelle Monáe perform at the Met Gala after-party pic.twitter.com/ZxBrrbiyMc

— Florence Pugh Photos (@pughphotos) May 2, 2023

Sorry, it’s been a hectic week and the day got away from me. As an apology here’s Florence Pugh with a freshly shaved head watching Janelle Monae in a bedazzled bikini sing and dance on a tabletop. Am I forgiven?

Tank Top Tuesday: Swimsuit Edition

So, yeah, I don’t know how exactly to feel about the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue these says. It’s undeniably been A Big Thing over the years, but the thing it represents has thankfully become less and less of an outright thing. Objectification has grown to include more body types, stronger body types (not nearly as many as it should, of course). And, let’ be honest, I like a beautiful woman in a bikini as much as the next lesbian. So, anyway, here’s Padma Lakshmi at age 52 making me feel all kinds of things in this years Swimsuit Issue. I want to say something deep and profound about our expectations for women as we age, and how we must reclaim standards to encompass beauty at all ages. But, mostly, I just want to look at Padma and let out a low, but undeniable, “Hubba hubba.”

p.s. This post is topical, because bikinis are tank tops without any sense of decorum.

p.p.s. Also, you should watch the second season of “Taste the Nation” on Hulu which is as interesting as it is informative and, uh, inspiring in other ways to watch Padma eat her way across America.

Music Monday: Cyndi Cyndi Cyndi

Well all this talk of the movie reboot made me hanker for the real thing. In fact I think Cyndi Lauper might be the most weirdly wonderful star to come out of the 1980s. She was never as much concerned about being ultra cool or conventionally sexy, but about having pure unbridled, well, fun. She unapologetically celebrated being a woman who does what she wants (hello, “She Bop”) in this ridiculous world. Also, as you know, we’re practically BFFs. I mean, two personal shout outs? Yeah, two shout outs. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. I love how basically every woman’s hairstyle in this video would make an excellent Alternative Lifestyle Haircut in this year of our Lesbian Lord 2023.

My Weekend (Just Friends) Crush

Hey, so last week was Lesbian Visibility Week or something. How did it take me 17 years to realize I launched my blog at the start of Lesbian Visibility Week? Maybe because we aren’t visible enough and history will just keep on calling us Very Close Friends? Anyway, to all the Gal Pals who lived through the 90s, this one is for you. What can’t pairs of friends like these do? [H/T, Kate Terry for the retro “roommates” SNL clip] Happy weekend, all.

Girls Still Wanna Have Fun

I can’t remember if I’ve shared this before (I mean, it’s been SEVENTEEN YEARS after all — also I’m old), but “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” was one of my favorite 1980s movies. I was a child of the MTV Generation (shout out to my Gen X peeps — how those knees doing?). And this movie was so incredibly cool to my little grade school mind. I also remember it getting played what seems like endlessly on TV (or maybe that was just my family’s pirated HBO subscription).

I haven’t watched it in ages, obviously. But Sarah Jessica Parker, Helen Hunt and Shannen Doherty all in one movie? Please. Like this little future gay isn’t going to be obsessed with this movie. In fact, I think perhaps the only 80s movie I hold in even closer regard is “Just One of the Guys.” And, lesbians, we all know the reason(s) for that. Two of them in particularly. Like, raise your hand if that’s your root because hello.

Right, where was I? Proving you can’t keep a dancing queen down/there are no new ideas, Hollywood is planning a “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” reboot. And, hope of hopes, this one might actually be gay. The script is from “The L Word: Generation Q” showrunner Marja-Lewis Ryan and Executive Story Editor Allie Romano. Like, come on, if they don’t make it gay we riot, right?

One of the things I sincerely hope they do not bring back the Jonathan Silverman nerd character who is actually just a sexist horndog/future incel. Think any Anthony Michael Hall role in the 1980s that’s supposed to be dweeby cute but actually secretly misogynistic. Like, tune in Tokyo? That’s a Me Too nightmare.

Though, I do deeply appreciate that every single one of its female stars went on to be wildly famous while the John “Cougar” Mellencamp look-alike they cast as the lead apparently sells real estate in Solvang.

As I was saying, MAKE IT QUEER AND LET’S HAVE FUN. The end.

Like That Again

And just like that, I guess we’re doing this again. I kind of feel about “Sex and the City'' how I feel about “The L Word.” Both were revolutionary at the time. Both carry an enormous amount of cultural nostalgia. And both are very of their times. So now, honestly, I feel kinda the same about their reboots. Having followed these characters so long, might as well continue out of loyalty and curiosity. Granted, I also watched ”The L Word: Generation Q” because I want to see the lives of queer and other LGBTQ+ people reflected on screen. But Carrie, Miranda and Charlotte? Well, they’re like old college friends who I catch up with a couple times a year and still reminisce about all the hot goss of days gone by. Just don’t ask me about Che. Because I don’t wanna talk about Che. While I respect and enjoy Cynthia Nixon and Sara Ramirez, their work and their activism — suffering sappho do those two have negative chemistry together. Also, who fucks in the kitchen while their just out of hip surgery best friend pees the bed? Bad form. Such bad form. But, anyway, we’re getting more of their grand romance which, OK, I guess. Someone said that in the trailer all of the lead stars get their own “emotional support woman of color” this season and OMFG the accuracy. I have no comment on the return of Aidan other than I’ve met John Corbett before and he was very nice and ridiculously tall.

Great Gadsby

Now that’s my kind of rom-com. In exactly one week, Tasmania comic Hannah Gadsby of “Nanette” and “Douglas” and lesbianism and autism and neurodivergence and genderqueer fame will be back on Netflix with a new special next week. The opposite of yucky! I’m such a fan of Hannah’s endlessly smart, keenly observant and uniquely quirky comedy. And I learn new things about our ridiculous world and even more ridiculous society each time. Like the Pouch of Douglas! And more on Picasso’s general shittiness (I mean, I knew generally, but the detail and precision of her takedown was * chef’s kiss *)!

Music Monday: MUNA & boygenius Party

Did you see that MUNA and boygenius collab at Coachella? (I know, I know — I never thought I’d be writing about artist collabs at Coachella either. But these are QUEER ARTISTS collabing at Coachella, so it’s marginally less annoying. Also I guarantee you every single one of those artists have done more than just ‘kiss’ a girl circa Katy Perry ‘08, m’kay.) Anyway, as I was saying, my new favorite purveyor of Sad, Sensitive Lesbian Music (boygenius) and my newish favorite purveyor of Queer Pop Yumminess (MUNA) got together and sang “Silk Chiffon” and danced all sexy like together and frolicked on stage while generally having a gay old time. May you all manifest this kind of fierce, hot, unapologetically queer energy for May, and the rest of the year. Happy Monday, kittens.