So Gay Wednesday

Remember when I said Cynthia Erivo was charming as the Tonys host this month? Well, that is in no small part because of the way she belted out the show’s closing number. If you’re feeling a little defeated in this political moment, I think she just might give you the midweek lift you need. So, so gay indeed. Enjoy the arts after you round up all the queers, POC and progressives, MAGAts. As if Lee Greenwood and Kid Rock could get anywhere near to hitting those notes.

Tank Top Tuesday: Newbies Edition

What would Pride Month be without queer women in tank tops? Not nearly as fun, that’s for sure. So let’s celebrate some of the queer female celebrities who came out in 2025 so far. All they need is a toaster oven and their Welcome Kits will be complete.

Jade Carey

Two-time Olympic gold-medalist Jade Carey came out in March, hard launching her girlfriend. And, you all know my longstanding rule that sleeveless leotards belong in the Tank Top Cinematic Universe.

Isabela Merced

I will admit to not having started the second season of “The Last of Us” yet, because when it already feels a little like the end of the world it’s somehow not as fun. But I will watch it, especially because it’s when shit gets really gay between two in-real-life queer actors. Also, this clearly counts as a tank top – just one with slightly less thread than others.

Aja

“Drag Race” alum Aja recently came out as bisexual, and I say the more trans women who join the wlw ranks the better. Especially in tank tops.

Anna Camp

In news that will make “Pitch Perfect” Beca and Chloe shippers lose their shit, Anna Camp casually came out recently as having a younger, masc girlfriend. A little “Carol” for 2025, and I’m not that mad about it.

Supriya Ganesh

I will also admit to not watching “The Pitt,” yet! But it’s only because I can be a little squeamish with realistic medical shows. But I want to watch, and I think that’s what counts. And knowing star Supriya Ganesh has come out as queer and uses they/them pronouns could turn that wish into a reality.

Lola Young

The “Messy” singer has emphatically confirmed that she also likes pussy and I think that’s too perfect.

Alexis Floyd

I don’t watch “Grey’s Anatomy” anymore either (see above re: medical shows), so I have no idea what kind of doctor Dr. Simone Griffith is. But I know Alexis Floyd has had “relationships with people of all sorts of gender identities,” which seems like a very open-minded prescription. Look, it’s Thursday and it’s hard coming up with more doctor jokes. Also this counts because one strap falling down on your tank top is an extremely relatable experience in the Tank Top Cinematic Universe.

Music Monday: Bad Rapp

No words, just pure lesbian joy half way through Pride. Wait, sorry, that’s not totally true. It’s just pure lesbian real bad girl, but a real good kisser joy half way through Pride. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

This. Right here. This. *taps the screen aggressively* THIS IS HOW YOU DO IT. As this year has progressed I’ve become more and more uncomfortable – and quite frankly angry – with the silence coming from some of those with the most. No, I’m not talking about the billionaires – those assholes are a lost cause. But celebrities, actors, musicians, influencers. Uh, hello, can we get a little righteous indignation going from the creative class? This is especially true at award shows. When given a microphone and a podium at these well-watched public events, I need them to use their voices for more than just witty thank yous and self aggrandizing. I need less vague “love is love” and “be kind to one another” soft-sell messaging. I need more flat-out acknowledgement of the fundamental fuckedupness of our current political climate. I need more celebrities to directly call out Trump, his authoritarian administration and the weaponized infrastructure that is supporting his destructive, chaotic and cruel policies.

So, super stars of the world, take a lesson from Doechii at the BET Awards this week. I’ve listened to her short speech several times now, and each time I am struck by the clarity and the decisiveness. “I want y’all to consider what kind of government it appears to be when every time we exercise our democratic right to protest the military is deployed against us. What type of government is that?” The worst type. The fascist type. Yet here we are here, America. As an artist, as a public figure, as anyone with any kind of platform, this is the moment. Either you are with the oppressed and marginalized communities of this world, or you truly are just some well-paid bread and circus to distract and disengage the masses. I fear for my beautiful state right now. I fear for all immigrants in this country no matter how they got here. I fear for all Black and Brown and other POCs whose communities are being ruthlessly targeted. I fear for women and all pregant people seeking life-saving healthcare. I fear for trans and other queer people just trying to live their lives. I fear for the families and children being bombed into oblivion in Gaza. I fear, but I am also ready to fight. At the very least, we should all be using our voices to scream as loudly as we can. This, this is not right. This, this is not normal. This, this will not stand. Fuck Donald Trump. No Kings. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Boys Edition

I feel the urgent need to draw your attention to the fact that there is a new off-Broadway production starring Meryl Streep’s hot masc queer daughter, and a bunch of other queer and gender nonconforming performers. Louisa Jacobson, the aforementioned hot masc queer daughter of Meryl Streep, stars in “Trophy Boys” which opens this month in NYC. The show stars Louisa as Jared, nonbinary actor Terry Hu as David, trans actor Esco Jouléy as Scott and the nonbinary playwright themselves Emmanuelle Mattana as Owen. Get it, they’re the “Boys.” The storyline is described by Playbill as: “A debate team at an elite all-boys prep school one hour before their final match. As they prepare to smoke their sister school (on the prompt "feminism has failed women," no less), a rumor emerges that threatens to ruin everything.” I for one would love to see gender fucking take on that old chestnut “Boys will be boys.” I also very much approve of Louisa in her tuxedo shirt. What, just because it sounds like a sharp, smart play I can’t also be shallow? It’s like you don’t even know me at all.

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Scary Good

Let’s keep these good vibes going, eh? (It’s that or just sob/scream endlessly about the full-scale military response our federal government is insisting on for people exercising their constitutional First Amendment rights in my beautiful state.) So when this news broke recently I was genuinely, genuinely psyched. Not just because it’s queer “Hacks” star Hannah Einbinder and THE Gillian Anderson (also queer), but because it’s also queer, trans, nonbinary director Jane Schoenbrun. Bottom line: shit’s gay, and in the most exciting way. Jane, you might recall, made my favorite movie last year, “I Saw the TV Glow.”

Now this tremendous trio will team up for Jane’s next movie, “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma.” Variety describes the storyline as such: “The infamous 'Camp Miasma' slasher franchise is getting rebooted yet again. But when the latest movie’s director becomes obsessed with the mysterious, reclusive actress who played the ‘final girl’ in the original film, a whole new kind of slasher emerges from the bottom of the lake.”

No word on who exactly is who, but I’m going to assume Gillian is the O.G. final girl and perhaps Hannah is the director? Just a guess.

Of this new project Jane has said, “I make movies I wish existed when I was a kid. Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma is my best attempt at the ‘sleepover classic:’ an insane yet cozy midnight odyssey that beckons to unsuspecting viewers from the horror section at the local video store. I couldn’t be more excited to be heading to sleepaway camp this summer with the mad comic genius Hannah Einbinder, the legendary Gillian Anderson, and the daring folks at Mubi and Plan B, who by greenlighting this movie have summoned a plague-like flood of blood, guts, and various other fluids to rain down on us all.”

What I loved about “I Saw the TV Glow” was the singularly queer, yet deeply pop culture coded aesthetic Jane brought. This is horror for folks who know life/society/other people are the true horrors. I can’t wait to see what beautiful madness they all make together. And this is coming from a person who hates all those classic slasher movies.

Wicked Pride

Well, how about a little totally gay razzle dazzle for a change amid all the * waves at the horrors *. I really enjoyed “Wicked,” the first part at least. It felt like an old-timey Hollywood affair, while also feeling fully contemporary. So, of course, imma watch part two, or “For Good” or whatever it’s called. And, you know me, I love a good femslash ship as much as the next queer gal. So this trailer does not disappoint in the Elphaba/Glinda touchy-feely department. Also, you gotta love a marketing campaign that purposely launches at the start of Pride Month. I mean, the trailer really said, “Happy Pride!” Thanks, back at ya. Gotta love those fabulous witches.

p.s. Cynthia did a pretty charming job of hosting those Tonys too if I do say so myself. Which I just did.

Music Monday: What's Up, Again?

Well, if this song isn’t just wildly relevant – again. Linda Perry and her 90s band 4 Non Blondes reunited for only the second time in the past 30 years at Bottlerocket in Napa last month. And, of course, they played the group’s humongous hit “What’s Up?” Now, we all know Linda has had a wildly successful career as a producer and songwriter behind hits like Pink’s “Get the Party Started,” Christina Aguilera’s “Beautiful” and a host of other artists from Adele to Alicia Keys. And, us sapphics will of course remember when she was married to Melissa, doh, that's a perimenopause brain typo! Sara Gilbert for 10 years, from 2004 to 2014. But there’s just something about “What’s Up?” that continues to be such a clarion call for our times. Like, what the fuck is going on? And, yes, let’s all pray for a revolution. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. I also admire Linda’s commitment to humongous hats. Like, don’t get it twisted, she was the O.G. well before Pharrell.

My Weekend (Protest) Crush

In recent years, given the apparent progress the LGBTQ+ rights movement has been able to make with marriage equality and overall acceptance, it was easy for it to perhaps feel Pride was just one big victory lap. As such, we invited all kinds of groups to the party. Sure, corporations, you can have a float. Go off, Lochheed Martin, with your sassy genocidal missiles! Yasss, queen…

But, as you know, I’ve always said outright that corporations are not our friends. Sure, we can celebrate their actions sometimes as bellweathers. But their only interest is making money, and if they think supporting queers will make them more money they will do that. And when they stop thinking that, like now and how every single company that ended their DEI programs so clearly showed us, they will drop us and all other support for marginalized groups from Black and POC people to women, etc etc etc. like the hottest of potatoes.

But the thing is, we always knew Pride wasn’t just a party. And it’s definitely not a victory lap because we don’t have full equality – and the new administration is doing everything it can to roll back what rights we have won. Make no mistake, trans identity is under a full-scale attack, which means all LGBTQ+ rights are under attack.

You only have to read the headlines (though, please, read the entire articles) to see this is true. From giving active-duty trans troops until June 6 to self-identify and leave the U.S. military to stripping the name of gay rights icon Harvey Milk from a US Navy ship named after him (along with other civil rights leaders including Harriet Tubman, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Dolores Huerta, Cesar Chavez and Thurgood Marshall) we are not welcome in Trump’s America.

Doing that shit during Pride is on purpose. The cruelty, you see, is always the point.

But even more troubling – and don’t get me wrong, every-fucking-thing is troubling – is that these decisions help to embolden those who wish LGBTQ+ people ill. We have seen real, deadly violence against our community. This week former Parks & Rec and King of the Hill actor Jonathan Joss was shot and killed outside of his home. His husband has alleged that the attack was fueled by homophobia and disgust in their relationship. So, cool, they’re just killing gay people out in the open now.

This year, amid the needed frivolity and fun, let’s remember what Pride is really all about. Pride started as a riot, a riot against the police and their discriminatory treatment of LGBTQ+ people. Pride remains a protest because the discriminatory treatment of LGBTQ+ people has not ceased – and instead with this new horrid administration it has increased.

We celebrate Pride so that no one feels alone, in what can often be a lonely world for people who feel different. We celebrate loud and proud so youth, the closeted and any other questioning folks know the possibilities of living your authentic life. We celebrate Pride because we will not be silenced, we will never go back to hiding ourselves.

I hope everyone makes plans to support the June 14 No Kings protests – by attending or supporting their other actions. Truly, we should all be looking for ways to fight back, even in small ways. Because everything counts right now.

What is happening in America right now is the dismantling of every single public good the government provides. All of our lives – gay, straight or whatever – will be affected by the enshitification of our vital services. Cuts to Medicaid means fewer people get needed healthcare. Cuts to NOAA staff means fewer warning about deadly weather events. Cuts to the FDA means more dangerous food can enter our supply, sickening and killing people. Cuts to National Park Service means fewer public places for everyone to enjoy. Cuts (well, the decimation) of USAID means children all over the globe die of preventable diseases. I could go on and on and on and on and on.

In the end, I hope this Pride finds you angry. I hope this Pride finds you furious. And I hope we all take that anger and that fury and channel it into action. Don’t worry, you can still dance your ass off. But just use that energy, use that joy, and do something with it. All of our futures depend on Pride continuing to be a riot. Happy first Pride weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Newlywed Edition

Continuing the all-Pride, all-the-time theme of this month, please enjoy Kristen Stewart as a newlywed little pageboy at the Cannes film festival recently. While most of K-Stew’s red carpet choices are things I would/could never wear, I feel like this look is one I might be able to pull off. Maybe minus the cap. And, of course, never heels. Also I’d wear a full shirt. But, that’s me. As I was saying, marriage – and this look – looks good on her. Mazel tov, I hope the honeymoon lasts forever.

No Fear, Foster Edition

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Happy first Wednesday of Pride. In honor of this most auspicious Hump Day (ahem) So clearly you need to hear Jodie Foster speaking in French at the Cannes film festival recently. She spoke about how fear kept her from taking a larger French-spreaking role before. Yes, the badass from “The Silence of the Lambs” was scared of speaking French on screen. We all have insecurities, but do it anyway like Jodie.

King Me

Now that we’ve shaken off our initial Pride anxiety, how about we celebrate our queerness with a big middle finger (in a fun, fabulous way, naturally) to the gender binary. Get ready for the first major drag king competition series from the free LGBTQ+ streaming service Revery. “King of Drag” is hosted by “Somebody Somewhere” star Murray Hill. They’ve lined up some great guest judges as well including “Somebody Somewhere” co-besties Bridget Everett and Jeff Hiller, “Yellowjackets” sapphic survivor Liv Hewson, comic Cameron Esposito, and director Paul Feig. I know? I’m going to have to figure out how to stream Revry now.

Music Monday: Anxiously Proud

Starting off Pride Month with some queer anxiety from a queer artist? Yep, sounds about right. Also, yes, in case you were wondering, I am still on my Doechii kick. Like how can you not when she takes a bedroom recording made to the melody of Gotye and Kimbra and their “Somebody I Used to Know” and turned it into a bona fide hit about, of all damn things, anxiety. And the music video is cool and creative as hell too (with a nice painted people nod to the song’s O.G.s). Like, come on! I don’t care how many umbrellas this woman needs. She deserves them, and everything else. Happy first Monday of Pride, kittens.

My Weekend (Queer Icon) Crush

On this Pride Month Eve, let us spare a little space for one of our gay male icons. I always had a soft spot for Pee-wee Herman. The funny little man with the crazy laugh and bow tie just wanted us all to embrace the joy in our inner (or outer) weirdness. And the man behind the gray suit, Paul Ruebens certainly went through fame’s wringer. In a sadly recurring theme, much like Sally Ride, he was only really able to come out posthumously.

As LGBTQ+ rights – particularly that of our trans and nonbinary friends – are under constant assault from this administration, it’s important to remember that the rights we have now are new and not assured. We are still living with generations who were forced in the closet and never truly able to be openly themselves in life. And that’s sad, but also a call to action. No more generations forced into the closet. No more elders unable to live their truths. Fuck all the bigots. I hope Pee-wee and Paul are riding red bicycles with white-wash wheels in the sky somewhere and laughing, laughing, laughing. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Miranda Edition

I don’t know what’s going to happen with the finally Che-less Miranda in the new third season on “And Just Like That.” But I hope Cynthia Nixon gets a genuinely hot sex scene with a woman or other gender non-conforming person that does not involve her best friend wetting the bed in the next room. Also that she get to wear more suits. Miranda used to wear suits, and she still looks good in them clearly.

Honey, Hands!

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Look, you made it to another Wednesday in the year 2025. You deserve to see the hand slip seen, gasped at and rewatched (and rewatched, and rewatched) around the sapphic world. Margaret Qualley got extremely handsy with Aubrey Plaza on the red carpet at Cannes for the premiere of their lesbian pulp caper “Honey, Don’t!” Like, I hope she has consent because, goodness. I can’t blame her either, it’s Aubrey Plaza. But, still. If I had gay pearls I’d clutch ‘em.

Happy Half-a-Pride Month

So, uh, is this homophobic? Netflix sent me one of those “Watch This!” marketing emails about upcoming titles to watch for Pride. You know, getting us primed for those rainbow feelings early. But, then I noticed, wtf? These sapphic titles were leaving the streaming service mid-June. Do we only get half a month of Pride, Netflix? Why would you have queer cult classics like “Carol” and “The Incredibly True Adventures of Two Girls in Love” leave before Pride month was over? I realize this is some licensing thing. But whoever approved these dates obviously was not a DEI hire, because we know better. Sigh. Next thing you know they’ll want to ban us from public life and take away our community’s gender-affirming care. Oh, wait, yeah, that’s already happening. The very least thing you could do, Netflix, is give us a whole month to watch some damn queer movies. Sheesh.

Music Monday: Have Heart

Few songs have a cooler opening riff and harder driving beat in rock than “Baracuda.” And I just love that sisters Ann and Nancy Wilson are still out there rocking as hard as they can in their freaking 70s. I was lucky enough to catch them live several years ago, and highly recommend the experience. But, truly, do you ever feel cooler than when you’re racing down the freeway blasting “Baracuda” as the wind whips through your hair? Even if only in spirit. The perfect way to get us revved up, right before Pride starts. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Lesbian Movie Trailer) Crush

I think I pinpointed what I didn’t like about “Drive-Away Dolls.” It’s Margaret Qualley playing masc. It just didn’t work for me. I didn’t buy it. But Margaret Qualley in a pencil-skirt and click-clacking heels? Honey, yes. The trailer for the second in a planned trilogy of wacky pulp lesbian flicks by unconventionally (read: they both have girlfriends) married filmmakers Tricia Cooke and Ethan Coen released its trailer. “Honey, Don’t” features Margaret as the aforementioned Honey, a private detective investigating mysterious deaths in a religious group run by Chris Evans. Oh, and Aubrey Plaza plays a cop. I think I might have buried the lede a bit here. *clears throat* AUBREY PLAZA PLAYS A COP. Honestly, I don’t know why I even bothered writing the other stuff. Also, here’s a screengrab of her in her uniform. And not in uniform. You’re welcome.

I will obviously be seated for this. Obviously. And thus ends Lesbian Movie Trailer Week. Happy weekend, all,

French Kiss

Well, how can I not talk about the self-proclaimed “Lesbian Pop Romance of the Year!” during Lesbian Movie Trailer Week? I don’t know a bunch about “Queens of Drama,” other than it looks like French Idol, but with lesbians. And, honestly, if they can make a movies based on board games and amusement park rides, they can make a movie about anything. Any of our French Kittens want to weigh in on this one? The drama seems, um, tres grand.

Lesbian Movie Trailer Week: Hot Milk

Lesbian Movie Trailer Week continues with possibly one of the least sexy titles I can think of – “Hot Milk.” Luckily the trailer gives us mystery, melancholy and possible matricide, with no milk in sight. So, there’s that. The new film based on the novel of the same by Deborah Levy follows a young woman (played by “Sex Education’ star Emma Mackey) who brings her disabled mother (played by queer “Killing Eve” star Fiona Shaw) to the Spanish coast for treatment. There it looks like she meets a woman on horseback on the beach which, honestly, seems straight out of a sapphic romance. I’m not as sure about the rest. And, having not read the book, I have no idea how this will all end. But I am definitely intrigued.

Lesbian Movie Trailer Week: Egghead & Twinkie

I remember the joy of finding little lesbian indie movie gems (hey, they weren’t all bad – OK a lot of them were bad) while seated in dark arthouse theaters. Now, sapphic cinematic offerings are just a click away. But the thrill of finding something that speaks to your little gay heart? Well, that’s got to be the same. And something about the coming-of-age cute as “Egghead & Twinkie” speaks to me. It also helps that I am also an Asian “Twinkie.” And gay. The indie about a gay teen girl (Twinkie) and her male bestie (Egghead) looks kind of adorbs. You know, in a Gen Z meets Riot Grrrl kinds of way. Wait, do the kids still say adorbs? Oh cares, adorbs! I have high hopes for this film. Also, kinda neat to have so many movies about queer women to choose from at once this year that I can have a Lesbian Movie Trailer Week in the first place.

Music Monday: Good Apple

Fiona Apple remains one of the most viscerally talented artists out there. Still what I find almost more impressive is how much else she does with her life and talent. She could be spending her days on gala steps, parting in tropical clubs and lounging on billionaire yachts. But, as an activist and truth-teller to her core, she has spent the past two years as a court watcher. Her new song protests the broken and unjust cash bail system. “Pretrail (Let Her Go Home)” sheds light on the thousands and thousands of mothers (particularly Black and other POC mothers) who are locked away because they can’t afford bail, before they’ve ever convicted of one single thing. People shouldn’t lose their freedoms just because they are poor, and the rich shouldn’t be able to buy their freedom just because they’re rich. Not too many superstars put their money AND time AND creative passion into their causes like her. Mad respect. Also, end cash bail. It’s bullshit, much like this world. Happy Monday, kittens.

Vacation Vixen: Jennifer Beals

Fine! Last Met-adjacent post. Jennifer Beals presented her take on dandyism on Instagram recently and there’s a reason we all love Bette Porter even though she’s fairly toxic. And that reason is she looks like Jennifer Beals. (Also, the tie helps).

Vacation Vixen: Kristen Kish

I got back into watching “Top Chef” last season when Kristen Kish took over as host (no shade to Padma, you know I love me some Padma – I just got burned out on the series for a bit). I’m very much enjoying this new season and it’s Canadian locale – even if it feels bittersweet because, zomg do Canadians not like us now. And for good reason (we, the other 75 millions, are really, really sorry about all this). I will say there is one thing Kristen has on Padma – sharp suits and well-tailored traditional menswear. What? It’s Thursday after all.

Vacation Vixen: Sabrina & Jenna

Hey, so I’m visiting one of our great National Parks for a few days before it gets totally ruined by That Orange Turd’s firing of all the rangers. But I of course would never leave you hanging. I thought I was done talking about the Met Gala. But Jenna Ortega and Sabrina Carpenter posted this and, well, it seemed cruel not to share. I know, I know – Sabrina is the straightest of straight. But, damn, if she doesn’t keep proving Jane Wickline’s point. Perhaps they should make out passionately with each other again in a music video – just in case.

The Bride v. Furiosa

Look, I could make a Letterman-style “Uma, Charlize. Charlize, Uma.”-joke here. But that would age us all, and also I’d rather say, holyfuckingshitballs, The Bride fights Furiosa! If you thought I was hyped about “The Old Guard 2” before, goodness I plan to be insufferable until July. I even forgive them for giving Andy that wolf cut. Because the showdown of Charlize Theron v. Uma Thurman is so irresistible. So magnetic. So righteously kickass that I’m not even gonna be mad if they don’t kiss. (But, of course, all things being equal I would rather they did. Ahem.) Also, I think Andy might have her hands full with the return of Quynh. Something tells me her ex might be harboring a grudge, what with being trapped at the bottom of the sea for centuries and all. You know, typical lesbian drama.

Music Monday: Party 4 Us

Look, we all hoped Brat Summer would end another way. (Kamala is still brat, sob.) But the rise of Charli xcx has continued unabated as we approach another summer. And, honestly, I’m so here for it. Sure, the party girl persona is fun and all. But her music is more than something you can dance to. It’s a whole vibe. Also, how wildly charismatic do you have to be to hold an arena stage all on your own with only a microhone? (And, well, sometimes a light-up lasso too -- come on how cool is that stagecraft?) Wild. And you know what, that girl has earned it. She’s been grinding for the past dozen years. The first, and last time before Brat Summer, that she charted a single as a solo artist in the U.S. was in 2015 with “Boom Clap.” But now here she is, selling out arenas. Making inescapable dances, sounds, memes. And just generally vibing like only she can. Truly, it’s a good for her moment. Also, small point of pride that us sapphics were onto “Party 4 U” back in 2023, thanks to its use at the end of “Bottoms.” How you like them apples, straights? Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

The universe can feel so small and so cruel sometimes. Like why would it take someone so vibrant and so sweet and so creative like Jill Sobule. News of her death in a house fire last week at age 66 was a shock to the system. While many people may not have thought of Jill since the mid-90s when her songs were on the radio and in movies. Like, “Clueless” wouldn’t be “Clueless” without “Supermodel.” Still I was lucky enough to have interviewed her, and enjoyed her music, well past her MTV/VH1/charting days. She remained an advocate and an activist through the years. And she will always, always be the singer of the infinitely superior and actually gay “I Kissed a Girl.” May her music and memory live on in the hearts forever. Thanks for all the lovely songs and sentiments. Now rest in power, Jill. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Met with Suits

First things first, the Met Gala is ridiculous. It is the most bready of circuses, feeding us with literally nothing but sparkly celebrity sparkling. But, I can also not resist attractive women in suits. And this year’s theme of dandyism and Black tailoring which brought out SO MANY SUITS. Granted, some outfits were suit adjacent. And there were so many jackets over gowns. Or, um, hotpants. But, still, I love a strong shoulder in a smart lapel. I can’t help it! If we’re gonna eat the rich, they might as well look delicious beforehand. Just saying. Anyway, here are some of the tastiest looks of the gala. Like, Zendaya in that white three-piece? Hot damn. And I do not mean that respectfully. (Sorry, Tom Holland.) Oh and also – yeah, tax the rich.

Janelle Monae

This. Is. Art. Periodt.

Tessa Thompson

This is also art, but possibly by Dr. Seuss.

Doechii

I’ve never been into the little pageboy look, until now.

Whoopi Goldberg

This is perhaps my favorite of her red carpet looks. Maybe even more than her Oscar-winning dress in 1991.

Lupita Nyong'o

Seafoam Mary Poppins is working for me.

Lauryn Hill

This is what people mean when they say “like butter.”

Jonquel Jones

The WNBA finals MVP defied gravity indeed.

Breanna Stewart

Now that’s a good teammate, dressing exactly to theme.

Madonna

Channeling Dietrich is never wrong.

Chappell Roan

Neither is channelling Bowie.

Anna Sawai

I mean, if you’re going to wear the same thing as someone, might as well be Zendaya. Amirite?

Angela Bassett

Just give the Queen her Oscar already.

Are You A Good Witch?

As the new HBO/Max Harry Potter series being aggressively foisted on us chugs along its way, I’d like to remind everyone that its creator is a horrid anti-trans crusader who actively uses her power, influence and vast wealth to make the lives of some of the most vulnerable and marginalized people on earth worse every single day. And while I recognize everyone’s gotta pay the bills (cough, John Lithgow, cough, Janet McTeer), those freshly cast should at the very least all sign onto the letter pledging “solidarity” with the trans, non-binary and intersex communities who have been affected by the recent UK Supreme Court ruling. If the new Snape can do it, every newly minted wizards, witches and muggles alike should do the same – at a bare-ass minimum. Though, truly, I would prefer all actors of integrity seek alternate modes of employment. The stench of that horrid wizard lady cannot be overestimated. She’s a bit like the Elon Musk of children’s entertainment. Instead, aspire to be like the lovely Nicola Coughlan who recently posted saying, “Keep your new Harry Potter lads. Wouldn't touch [the series] with a ten-foot pole.” Atta girl. Once a TV lesbian (oh, Clare from “Derry Girls”), always an honorary lesbian in our hearts. Oh, and fuck JK Rowling.

A True Star

I was just old enough to remember the historic moment that Sally Ride became the first American woman in space. It was the definition of inspirational. And was an in-your-face to the continuously skeptical sexists everywhere who continue to haunt our national discourse. It was also, to put it simply, the opposite of whatever that tone-deaf celebrity tourist trip to space last month was. But being the first anything almost always comes with a price. And for the very private Ride, it was the ability to live openly as a queer woman with her 27-year partner Tam O’Shaughnessy. I even wonder if I had known way back in 1983 that The Sally Ride was also a lesbian, I might have figured it out about myself a little sooner, too. Instead, we all found out with her passing in 2012. But I am pleased that history sometimes allows us to look back to appreciate the whole person after their passing. I am also so pleased that her partner Tam has this moment to be herself as well. So I can’t wait to watch this when it starts streaming during Pride Month. These are the kinds of stars who will always inspire.

Music Monday: Nostalgic Murmurs

Aw, remember little baby indie band Leisha Hailey? This is how I first found the actress, as a pink-haired singer in The Murmurs. Heck, it took me years to realize she also acted. But then, of course, came “The L Word.” Hard to believe “You Suck” came out 31 years ago, and “The L Word” came out 21 years ago. But then we are all old as hell (or getting there – eventually, if we’re lucky). Anyway, if hot pink pixie Leisha doesn’t start your week off with a smile, I don’t know what else will. You know, except for the total reversal of the authoritarian hellscape we’ve plummeting into. But I’m trying to lift the mood here, people. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Look, I don’t know if I’m going to watch “Thunderbolts” because I have major Marvel fatigue. To be honest, I have generalized franchise fatigue, which isn’t great in an entertainment world where milking IP for every last possible penny is the name of the game. So while I will likely at some point eventually see “Thunderbolts” (aka The Suicide Squad but for Marvel not DC), the only real selling point for me is Florence Pugh. Well, Florence Pugh and Julia Louis Dreyfus (in essentially the Viola Davis role from The Suicide Squad). But back to Flo, who I think – besides probably Kathryn Hahn and Cate Blanchett – is the most wished for lesbian who is not a lesbian in cinema. I don’t know why it feels like such a cosmic injustice that Florence isn’t queer. Something about the no bullshit way she comports herself, and her confidence, always makes me feel like she should be family. That and the variations on alternative lifestyle haircuts (what, we’re all deeply shallow). And, uh, that septum piercing. Anyway, as I was saying, if anything makes me watch “Thunderbolts” it will be Flo kicking ass. And while the actress seemingly remains straight in real life, perhaps we have some hope for Yelena Belova? If Harley Quinn can do it, why not Yelena? Just saying. Happy weekend, all.

Oh, That Again

Against my better judgement and all reason, I just keep watching “And Just Like That…” Nostalgia, it seems, is a hell of a drug. So my lingering late 90s, early 2000s affection for this show continues. Because if it can survive Che Diaz, it can survive anything. As a person who does not watch any of the Real Housewives or other idle rich people arguing for cameras shows, AJLT is I guess my guilty substitute. Except I have history with these women, and now feel weirdly invested in them as they age. And, off the top of your head, how many TV shows can you think of where all the headline stars are women in their 60s (Sarah Jessica Parker and Kristin Davis, both 60) and 50s (Cynthia Nixon, 59, Sarita Choudhury, 58, Nicole Ari Parker, 54)? I’m actually interested to see what kind of lesbian adventures/misadventures Miranda gets up to in the new season now she is Che-less. I certainly hope for less cringe for her romantic storylines this season, though it may not be possible. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.

Honey, Yes!

Margaret Qualley and Aubrey Plaza will be lesbianing together in a new movie coming out this August from the makers of “Drive-Away Dolls.” I know, it’s pretty exciting and honestly we as queer ladies needed this win. Shit has been bleak. But now the universe rewards us with Margaret and Aubrey (hopefully) smooching a lot. The film, “Honey Don’t!,” will be the second in a planned lesbian pulp trilogy from married (but in an unconventional – read they both have their own girlfriends – way) filmmaking partners Tricia Cooke and Ethan Coen. The first was, of course, the aforementioned “Dolls.”

Now, granted, I liked but did not lovelovelove “Drive-Away Dolls.” It just didn’t gel, for me. I think Margaret Qualley is great (she was so excellent in “The Substance”) and I think Geraldine Viswanathan is great (like so funny in “Blockers”). Alas, they had zero chemistry and their reads on the characters came across too stiff instead of madcapped. A movie about a stolen suitcase full of dildos needs to be madcapped to work. Still, definitely A for effort. I hold high hopes for the trio’s second attempt at lesbian hijinx, because if Aubrey Plaza can have chemistry with Chris Pratt, Aubrey Plaza can have chemistry with anyone. And a woman? No problem. (Also, on a considerably less horny note, I truly hope Aubrey is doing OK after the death of her husband earlier this year.)

Anyway, back to the movie. Margaret will play Honey, a gay private detective investigating deaths at a questionable church led by Chris Evans in Bakersfield, CA. So far Aubrey’s character has only been described as “a mystery woman.” Is it Death? Does she play Death again? Don’t get typecast, girl! Cooke told Autostraddle last year that “Honey Don’t!” was inspired by two 70’s movies I’ve never seen, Robert Altman’s neo-noir satire “The Long Goodbye” and John Huston’s sports film “Fat City,” and the Wanda Jackson version of the song by the same name. Oh, and she also said the movie will have “more sex” than “Dolls.” OK, stop twisting my arm, I already said I would watch!

Baddiechella

I almost never experience music festival FOMO. Well, last year I seriously contemplated going to Outside Lands to see Chappell Roan. But, ultimately, I declined. Who needs to stand all day in the sun/heat/rain/humanity to watch someone the size of a pistachio bounce around onstage? I’m too short for that sort of nonsense anyway. Still, I will admit to a tinge of FOMO seeing these images from bisexual baddies Victor Monet and Megan Thee at Coachella earlier this month.

And in motion? Lord. Have. Mercy. Though, luckily, I can still enjoy it all from my couch. Like I was saying, what FOMO.

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p.s. With all the excitement, bet you didn’t notice they’re both essentially wearing tank tops. On theme, always.

Music Monday: More Beach Time

Hey, remember The Beaches? The all-girl, half-queer band from Canada who sing about kissing girls and all that good stuff? Well they played Coachella this year and had Very Special Lesbian Guest G Flip come out on stage with them. Seems like everyone had a gay old time, wouldn’t you say. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

My Fake TV/Movie/Media Mogul Wife is on the cover of another magazine? Of course imma crow about it. Sometimes it’s hard to believe it’s been a dozen years since “30 Rock” ended. But then I remember, I mean fuck Obama was president then. It WAS forever ago. I am happy that, despite her desire to promote and encourage younger and new writers, Tina is still out there trying to make us laugh in a pretty smart way. Some stupid ways, too. But then pratfalls are classic for a reason. While I can’t say I remember the original “Four Seasons,” I am intrigued by the new cast and appreciate the opportunity to have funny, creative people make comedy for adults. We can still be funny in middle age, or so I’ve heard. Guess we’ll find out. Happy weekend, all.

Also, doesn’t Tina look amazing in these photos? Hey! Be respectful, that’s My Fake TV/Movie/Media Mogul Wife you’re looking at there.