Gender Fuck Thursday: Jodie

My goal is to bring you a stunning queer woman in a suit every Thursday this month. Why? It’s been a hard year and we’re not even half way through yet. You deserve this. We all do. Like, did you know there are a set of black-and-white shots from photographer Thalia Gochez’s Wall Street Journal shoot with Jodie Foster? And did you know Thalia called Jodie, “sweet.” Now, isn’t that a lovely thing to see and hear on a Thursday?

Sitting Courtside

Speaking of the WNBGAY, two of the league’s out stars have signed on to a new sapphic sports film “Courtside,” which has some other very familiar faces the camera as well. Abbot Elementary writer/producer Brittani Nichols and Autostraddle-alum Carly Usdin are writing and directing the film which “follows an injury-plagued women’s hoops superstar whose championship ambitions are upended when she falls for her teammate.”

Real-life out WNBA stars Gabby Williams of the Golden State Valkyries and Sydney Colson of the Indiana Fever and recent WNBA player Theresa Plaisance (last with the Seattle Storm in 2023) have all signed on to play, and I’m wildly guessing here, fellow WNBA stars.

But Colson isn’t just appearing, she’s also an executive producer. And guess what new production company is behind all this love and lesbian basketball? Run-A-Muck which was co-founded by, drum roll please, Ilene Chaiken and Jennifer Beals. Yes, that Ilene Chaiken and that Jennifer Beals of “The L Word” fame and infamy.

It’s actually heartening that two of the women behind the seminal lesbian TV series are still making stories for queer women. And, with the pedigree behind it, I have outrageously high hoops, I mean hopes. (I had too, apologies.).

As Brittani told Deadline:

“It feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this kind of excitement to surround women’s basketball, and I’m excited to blend my love of sports, lesbian tension, and comedy into one project,”

Add this to the happily growing list of upcoming sapphic sports stories vying to become queer women’s “Heated Rivalry," including the “Slo Pitch” and “Ripe!” and (maybe) “Cleat Cute.” I say, why have one “Heated Rivalry” when we could have at least one for each sport – softball, soccer and now basketball. Who’s got next? Looking at you, women’s rugby stories.

Tank Top Tuesday: WNBGAY Rookies

Welcome to the WNBGAY, rookies! In honor of the start of the WNBA season last month, here is a roundup of all the women loving women who were drafted and playing their inaugural years. How someone hasn’t optioned the story of last year’s No. 1 pick and this year’s No. 1 pick drafted to the same team while being in love into the next “Heated Rivalry” already is beyond me. But then maybe Paige and Azzi are being smart and waiting for a really, really, reallyreally good offer. Get that bag, ladies. And that ball. But, you know, in sapphic way.

p.s. Look at all those jersey tank tops. Ah, Tuesdays during Pride.

All the WNBGAY rookies this season:

Azzi Fudd: No. 1 Pick to Dallas Wings

Olivia Miles: No. 2 Pick to Minnesota Lynx

Lauren Betts: No. 4 Pick to Washington Mystics*

*Autostraddle lists her, but Outsports does not. So, apologies if this is just wishful-gay-thinking.

Taina Mar: No. 14 Pick to Seattle Storm

Rori Harmon: No. 34 Pick to Washington Mystics

Music Monday: I'm Your Dog Edition

Happy Pride Month! Let’s get (even more) gay as fuck up in here. This video is giving me crazy “Secretary” (all the crawling) meets “All Over Me” (being someone’s dog) meets “Love Lies Bleeding” (hello, Katy O’Brian) meets you probably shouldn’t watch this at work vibes. Anyway, for as terrible as the world is and this administration is in particular, it’s still quite something to be alive in a time when queer kids have so many different queer artists to swoon over. I honestly don’t know if Renee Rapp and Towa Bird are still a thing, but regardless, excellent job casting Katy here. Just good luck to everyone trying to stay focused at work today. Though, honestly, it’s homophobic to make us work at all this month. Especially after watching this. Happy first Monday of Pride, kittens.

My Weekend Crush (Fascism, Again, Always)

Since we’re feeling the Woody spirit this week, here’s another good reminder. This land is your land, this land is my land. This land was made for you and me. Period. It’s something the billionaires and tech oligarchs and warmongers and Great Replacement racists and Christian nationalists and all the other entrenched powers also know. That’s why they work so hard to divide us. To make us think we’re the enemy, and not their boundless greed and resource hoarding. It’s not the Epstein Class’s fault your life isn’t what you dreamed! It’s the immigrant seeking a better life. Or a trans person seeking their authentic life. Or the queer person seeking a legally recognized love life. Couldn’t be them and their water and electricity guzzling data centers, their megayachts that fit inside even larger megayachts, and their penis rockets to Mars. Anyway, where are the guillotines when we need them? (For legal purposes, metaphorically…) Our land. Not theirs alone. Happy weekend, all.

Maximum Tatiana

Anyone watch this yet? It debuted a week ago on Apple TV, and, I am curious. I’m always rooting for Tatiana Maslany to find another great series. But so far, since “Orphan Black,” most of her projects have fumbled her extraordinary talents. Like “She-Hulk” was fun and all, but nah. So who knows, maybe “Maximum Pleasure Guaranteed” will be the one to remind the world that Tatiana can and should do it all. Also, love seeing her Helena hair back. Here’s a free idea, Hollywood, cast Tatiana and Jodie Comer together in a spy thriller where they both have to use a lot of accents and disguises. And kiss. What? Manifest your dreams, kittens. MANIFEST! (If you got what “Somebody Somewhere” reference, let’s hang out.)

Historically Stupid Men, Always Men

Everything is so stupid (and, of course, scary) all the time these days. But can we all just have a deep, endless belly laugh about the World’s Richest Man crashing out so spectacularly about a 3,000-year-old epic poem? He can’t shut the fuck up about how the casting of Lupita Nyong’o as Helen of Troy in “The Odyssey” is “ahistorical.” My dude, it’s a mythological story. There’s also a cyclops, a six-headed serpent and vessel-devouring whirlpool monster. Are you also gonna complain that the vessel-devouring whirlpool monster is anatomically inaccurate?

But then, why would we expect anything less from the World’s Most Racist Serial Killer (I mean, he killed USAID, which is killing…*stares in ebola crisis*). He’s mad about Elliot Page being cast as (maybe Achilles, maybe not Achilles, really anything) in the movie as well because why just be a Nazi when you can also be a transphobic piece of shit? Anyway, I’m going to see Christopher Nolan’s next opus, not because I’m a homer for Homer. But because it will make Elon crash out even more if it does well at the box office. And these days, it’s the little things that get you through.

p.s. Like how attractive is this female cast? All their faces could launch a thousand ships – and more. So Stay mad, Musky! Stay mad.

Tank Top Tuesday: Feeling Ripe

Sports bras, as we all know, count as tank tops. Also, did we know Kelley O’Hara was also developing a sapphic soccer story for the big screen based a little on her own life/famous World Cup winning smooch? Like I knew about “Cleat Cute,” though I’m not sure where that project is now since the end of Megan and Sue. But “Ripe!”? Yeah, somehow I missed it. Maybe because the name is, how do I put this, terrible. I mean, I get it. But also kinda hmmm. But teasers about the film featuring its star, “The Summer I Turned Pretty” lead Lola Tung are certainly leaning into the whole ripeness of it all. According to Them, the movie, based on a Spanish short film, will follow an American exchange who falls for another female soccer player while playing overseas. But all I know is things are about to get sweaty.

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Music Monday: This Song Kills Fascism

Happy Memorial Day from these here United States. I can think of nothing more patriotic on this day when we honor those who died fighting for our democracy and against fascism than a little singalong. So please join The Bette Midler in her adaptation of this little Woody Guthrie ditty. This machine kills fascists indeed. Also, who couldn’t love this impromptu “Beaches” reunion with Barbara Hershey? Hell yeah, all you fascists bound to lose this November. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. Don’t forget to get your ballots in for the June 2 primary, Californians!

My Weekend Crush (Fascism)

Look, as a rule, we don’t center men – especially straight white men – here at Surrenders. But in these extreme simultaneously stupid and scary times, sometimes you just gotta make exceptions. I’ve always enjoyed Stephen Colbert, from his Colbert Report days to his Late Show reign, his sharp wit has always been matched by his compassion and thoughtfulness. He seems, in short, like a good man. But here we are, in a world where being a good person and stating the obvious (specifically about Donald Fucking Trump) gets your No. 1 rated late night talk show canceled – and much, much worse for so many others. I hope the history books, if in fact we have history books in the future, will reflect the staggering criminality, cruelty and complicity of the Trump era. May all the tech oligarch fanboys, corporate boot lickers and institutional kowtowers be forever branded and haunted by their gleeful embrace of all of this madness. How will we get out of this? Burn it all down, and build a better world from the ashes. And, while we’re at it, dance on their graves whenever we get the chance. Happy trails, Stephen. Thanks for your kindness and your joy. Fuck Donald Trump forever. Happy weekend, all.

Hell Is Other Sapphics?

Right, so apparently Sophie Thatcher and Havana Rose Liu play former lovers in this. You couldn’t guess it from this teaser, but then you really can’t guess anything from this teaser except that Charles Melton has great pecs. But, per Deadline, the plot of “Her Private Hell,” follows an actress named Elle (played by Sophie, teenage Nat of “Yellowjackets” fame) working on a new movie who reunites with Dominique (played by Havana Rose of “Bottoms” fame), who happens to be her former lover but is now married to her father. Which, ew.

There’s also some sort of urban legend and/or myth and/or hallucination about a The Leather Man who drags young women to Hell. And/or it could just be a real serial killer. Anyway, Deadline goes on to call the movie, which premiered in Cannes out of competition, pretentious. But possibly in a good way? I dunno. I just know we’d better get some payoff for all these movies (looking at you, “Mother Mary”) that feature fraught relationships between former female lovers. Otherwise, no matter how pretentious, what’s the damn lesbian point?

Eat Your Heart Out, Everyone Else

@gilliana Jean Smart, eat your heart out 👄❤️🔪 @MUBI ♬ original sound - Gillian Anderson

Well, now. I truly appreciate Gillian Anderson’s commitment to her campaign to start major beef with Jean Smart over the affection of Hannah Einbinder. So far Jean has largely tried to stay above the fray, confident in her place as Hannah’s O.G. Alpha May-December Suitor. But after those glowing reviews of “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” from its Cannes premiere last week, I’m more invested in the Jean Smart-Gillian Anderson throwdown than ever. Also, Hannah’s wide-eyed reaction and insistence that they’re “open.” Talk about giving the sapphics what they want.

p.s. This is exactly how I’d look at Gillian if she put her hand around my waist like that. Exactly.

p.p.s. I know, I know, I’m super behind on all the gay shit on “Hacks.” But this is Gillian’s moment anyway.

Tank Top Tuesday: Throwback Tanks

Man, since “Everything Everywhere All At Once,” Jamie Lee Curtis seems to be exactly that. She’s been on “The Bear,” she’s headlining the “Scarpetta” adaptation (which, I haven’t watched because Prime, but how is it folks?), and coming soon(ish) the new “Murder, She Wrote” reboot. But we remember her when she was a good ol’ OG Scream Queen. And. of course, those tank tops.

Music Monday: Rock Out

Charli XCX remains that girl. Is that something the kids still say today? Is this my “How do you do, fellow kids” moment? Anyway, Charli is cool and I love her bratty, rocky everything. Us old timers are allowed to rock out too. Happy Monday, kittens.

Vacation Vixen: Kristen Kish

SOMEBODY GIVE KRISTEN KISH A QUEER DATING SHOW TO HOST, IMMEDIATELY IF NOT SOONER. Thank you, that is all. Oh, and happy weekend.

Vacation Vixen: Kate Winslet

Truly, after this picture, no one should be surprised that Kate has revealed her first “intimate experiences” were with women. No. One.

Vacation Vixen: Anne & Meryl

OK, sometimes fashion is art. Not necessarily at the Met Gala, but definitely between Mery and Anne. Also, has anyone seen the sequel yet? Thoughts?

Vacation Vixen: Kristin Scott Thomas

Does it look a little like Kristin Scott Thomas skinned Gritty and made him into a fabulous coat? Yes. Do I care? No. I mean, Gritty should feel honored to grace those shoulders. And be under that hair. Also, I’m not really on vacation. But I have a work conference this week still the end result for you is the same. Some lovely, lovely vixens. Don’t worry, they’re not all big game hunters like KST.

Music Monday: More Like Muna Monday

I don’t have a great sense for how famous MUNA is. I mean, in my little gay world they’re kind of a big deal. But I willfully admit to living in a super sapphic bubble these days where I blissfully do not know the names of any of the straight people on those rich-people-screaming-at-each-other shows. Anyway, as I was saying, I hope MUNA remains/becomes properly famous. Because queer ladies singing about their love of/hots for other queer ladies will never not be awesome in my book. Famous or not famous. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Let’s keep these good sapphic 90s vibes going with one of my favorite brief but impactful (at least for me) lesbian moments in cinema. It’s when Clarissa dances with Sally in “Mrs. Dalloway.” It’s also when I first fell in love with Lena Headey, and the rest, of course, is history. While the dance, and of course that kiss, fill me me nostalgic fledgling gay feelings, it’s the look that Natascha McElhone (as young Clarissa) gives those horrid male interlopers who interrupt their moment that remains etched in my memory. That’s Big Queer Feelings right there. Can you believe that movie is 29 years old? And we’re still searching, and searching, for more movies that give us those Big Queer Feelings. Alas, the more things change, unfortunately the more they can also stay the same. Happy weekend, all.

Throwback Tilda Thursday

While absentmindedly flipping through my feed recently, I came across a vintage photo of Tilda Swinton from the 90s. Which, of course, got me thinking about her 90s gender-queer masterpieces “Orlando” and “Female Perversions.” While aggressively chauvinistic pseudo-sexual thrillers (for some reason mostly starring Michael Douglas) were all the rage at the mainstream box office, Tilda was blowing my little gay socks off with a female-gaze/verging on nonbinary vision of sexuality that defied easy definition. Also, both films are examples of using queer themes for genuine exploration, and not just titillation. (Ahem, Anne and Dakota, ahem.)

Now I haven’t watched either movie in a good decade, if not much longer. And, naturally, neither appear readily available on major streamers. So I’ll have to go off memory. But I just remember feeling so engrossed and so awed by both movies. I’m sure there are things in these 30+-year old films that don’t hold up. But the intoxicating rush of unexpected sexuality, well, that will stay with me forever. Also, hot damn, I forgot how stacked the cast of “Female Perversions” was in particular. Tilda (Oscar winner), Amy Madigan (Oscar winner), Frances Fisher, Paulina Porizkova, Marcia Cross. I think, as I continue to rummage thrift store DVD racks in search of physical media we can own and keep (because, truly, fuck subscriptions and never owning anything outright), I will add both movies to my “Must Find” list. Until then, here’s a little reminder. Yeah, 90s Tilda could get it (2026 Tilda too, but she’s been in a long-term relationship for a while so, you know, respect).

Duly Noticed

Now this, this is the kind of lesbian movie trailer I do like. (Verit-what-now?) Very much in fact. “Notice Me”? Consider yourself dulty noticed. I only wish it was for a full feature and not just a short. But, you’d better believe as soon as I know how to watch this I will because, come on, how charming was all that? Also, the short film has an all-female team from the writer to director to Lena freaking Dunham as executive producer. I have some complicated feelings about Lena, but “Girls” was genuinely a thing and now that she’s back in the spotlight I’m certainly open to continuing to check out her work. Also, did I mention how charming this trailer is? As I was saying, full movie, please.

No Verity Gay

Well, now, this is disappointing. And, believe me, that’s hard for me to say when you’ve got two hot ladies kissing front and center. But, alas, context. Always, always context. Because under normal gay circumstances I would LOVE to see Anne Hathaway and Dakota Johnson kiss on screen because, duh, I have eyes and am a lesbian. But, tricksy tricksy context.

You see, despite initial reports, Anna Hathaway and Dakota Johnson’s characters aren’t really kissing in the new trailer for “Verity.” Look closely. No, you see, they’re Sapphic Psychosis Smoochin. You know the kind. Where a gal starts kissing one person and pulls back only to realize, IT’S A GIRL. Or, maybe it’s not even a girl – it’s just their overactive psychotic imagination. Possibly murderous, too. Don’t forget that.

We have, certainly, seen this before. Sabrina Carpenter and Jenna Ortega (and tempting poor Jane Wickline) in “Taste.” Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis (and possibly Evil Natalie Portman) going at it in “Black Swan.” It’s the old fake-out. Just another niche version of the Very Special Lesbian Kiss Episode of Sweeps Weeks of yore.

And, again, while normally an Anne and Dakota smooch would be, you know, not a bad thing, the bad thing is that it is likely solely for the oh-lalas and not any real plot and or queerness. How do I know? Well, because “Verity” is based on the book by Colleen Hoover and a little research tells me there are no queer storylines in her book, nor any smooching between the two women in question. So they added it to the movie to, you know, spice things up. But, safely, without any real gay stuff.

It should be noted that Hoover’s work was behind “It Ends With Us,” a.k.a. The Most Disastrously Marketed Movie of the 2020s that has resulted in me disliking everyone involved more (minus perhaps Jenny Slate).

Annie Hathaway, come on – can you give us something truly sapphic sometime soon? Sure, there was “Eileen,” which was kind of gayish (but mostly sad), and there is “Mother Mary,” which is in limited release but [SPOILERS] Anne and Michaela Coel don’t ever kiss or define their past “relationship.” The sapphics would appreciate a real queer moment from you. And, no, being in “Brokeback Mountain” doesn’t count – at least not for us. (Same for those devilish Prada movies...)

Music Monday: Going Gigi

I’m not a Coachella person. I mostly never get FOMO about it and, truly, I barely know half the bands headlining these days. Have at it kids (though, perhaps you’d be interested in knowing the owner of Coachella is a billionaire MAGA dickhead - wait, is that redundant? - whose money supports shitty things like ICE’s mass deportations) ANYway.

I say all this because I did learn at least one thing from Coachella this year. And that’s that I have been sleeping on Gigi Perez and definitely shouldn’t have. I saw she brought Hayley Koyoko out on stage to sing “Girls Like Girls” during her Coachella set and was like, “Hello.” So I Googled her (-AI results, because fuck AI AND billionaire MAGA dickheads), and goodness. Where have I been? I actually am familiar with her music already, but didn’t know it. That is thanks to her rise to fame on TikTok with snippets of her “Sailor Song” playing over, kinda everything. But for whatever reason I didn’t clue in until Lesbian Jesus offered an assist. See, who says I’m not spiritual.

So here’s to a young, talented, queer artist singing her truth and making me want to sing sapphic sea shanties against the setting sun. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Welp. Normally I’d save such fine, fine, very, very, very fine suitage for Thursday, as the good gay gods intended. But, it’s May and I can’t wait and omfg here’s Jodie Foster in a full-on Mad Men-era suit for the Wall Street Journal. And I’m already terribly late because this interview came out in JANUARY and I’m just now seeing it. (Maybe because WSJ is owned by Rupert Murdoch, and I try to avoid his everything…) Anyway, if you want to read it (and throw the bird at old Rup), here is the Internet Archive version for your reading pleasure. Otherwise, just behold the majesty. This makes me really, really want a dapper gray suit. Or Jodie. Probably both. (Respectfully). What? Call it spring fever. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. Yes, I know, I know – I’ve been posting about Jodie kinda a lot lately. It’s (was) my 20th blogiversary, so I paying homage to The O.G.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Eat This Edition

Remember how I said I’ve added “America’s Culinary Cup” to my cooking competition carousel because, well, Padma? I feel blessed by the food TV gods these days because I get Padma in outfits like, well, see above on “America’s Culinary Cup.” And then I get Kristen Kish in outfits like these, also see above, on “Top Chef.” It’s almost too delicious. Almost. Consider me greedy, I’m hungry for both. Ahem.

My, My, My Nostalgia

How about a mid-week dance break? Is it gay? Well, Steve Zahn’s character was gay, but celibate. Still, one could argue that Janeane Garofalo’s character was every queer alterna-girl’s root. Since I’m feeling nostalgic (and/or old) these days, I thought we’d wax on a little about “Reality Bites.” I remember thinking this movie was so cool when it came out 32 years ago. I mean, I’m a Gen X kid, so this was our movie. And who amongst us hasn’t dreamed of raiding the convenience station snack racks on their parent’s gas card while dancing to “My Sharona”? And best yet, not a cellphone on sight.

Ballad for Sue and Megan

I know, I know – Sue and Megan broke up. I avoided talking about it during Lesbian Visibility Week because, honestly, after that Emily news I couldn’t take more bummer crap. But after 10 years, even Megan Rapinoe and Sue Bird couldn’t make it work. *Deep, endless sigh*

Obviously, sapphics like us get invested in our celebrated power couples – mostly because they are so rare. Sure, we have a good number of queer female celebrities in relationships with other women now. (Well, definitely more than 20 years ago, amirite kittens?) But very rarely are both partners equally famous. And, truly, no one was as well-matched accomplishment-wise as Sue and Megan. Both Olympic champions. Both world champions. I mean, it was the ultimate jock-4-jock situation. *Deep endless sigh*

I know, relationships are hard. I know. I hope they both find happiness again, apart. And that their separation has been as painless as possible. Even hearts are healthy as theirs break.

p.s. Don’t even think about it Sarah and Holland. Do. Not.

Music Monday: Closer to Monday

Honestly, if I had the opportunity to sing “Closer to Fine” with Brandi Carlile I too would absolutely take it. I would also, of course, since it with Amy Poehler. And, not to be undone, naturally Amy and Emily have an open invite to collab as well. I might even tell them in which key. (Don’t worry, I totally would, especially now for Emily.) Big lesbian singalong in 3-2-1… Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Blogiversary) Crush

Well, here we are. Twenty years. 2-0. Two decades. Or, to put it another way, a long-ass time. Today marks my 20th blogiversary. Which feels crazy to say out loud but, again, here we are. As you’ve no doubt noticed, my writings have gotten a little shorter as the years have gone longer. And, yeah, I can be a little more hit-and-miss with posts these days too. But here we still are. Still crazy after all these years. Mostly, what I want to say, and what I always want to say, is thank you. Thank you for still reading, still visiting, still commenting, still sharing and still being the lovely and generous kittens you are. I appreciate you for coming back and caring. I will continue writing, and sharing all my big – and small – gay feelings and thoughts with you. Still crazy about queer pop culture after all these years, together. Because even 20 years later, representation still matters. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Kate the Always Great

Since the vintage tank did well, then a vintage suit – and I mean truly vintage – should do just fine. Just fine indeed. Oh, Kate. Truly, how did this movie come out 84 years ago and she looked that gay. I mean, come on, that stride? Woman of the Year, indeed.

Crushing Hacks

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So, admittedly, I have not had a chance to start the new season and final season of “Hacks” yet. And I think part of that is so that it won’t be over. The other thing I never want to be over is this cast and their chemistry. But also, I will miss their unabashed queerness. Truly, can you think of the last mainstream interview with stars who so openly embraced the sapphic gaze and essentially drooled over Jessica Rabbit together, and various 90s teen heartthrobs/hot masc lesbian lookalikes.

Tank Top Tuesday: Vintage Foster

I mean, I feature Jodie in a tux, I gotta feature Jodie in a tank. Look, I don’t make the rules – fine, I totally make the rules. But since I’ve been feeling these throwback tank tops of late, how about we appreciate plain white tank Jodie circa my constant dreams. You’re welcome.

Music Monday: Always Our Girls

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I am, for the moment, at a loss for many words. Of course, anyone who has seen the Indigo Girls in the last few years knows Emily's voice has not been the same. But to have them confirm that it is not just normal aging, but two incurable medical disorders that will continue affecting Emily’s voice, well, yeah. I cried. I am so thankful that at almost every opportunity possible I have gone to see the extraordinary harmony of heart and head that have been Emily Sailer and Amy Ray as the Indigo Girls for the last thirty-plus years. That they asked for grace as they navigate performing to the best of their abilities together on this new tour, well, I cried some more. I hope they know we, their listeners who love them, are just so grateful for everything they’ve given us show after show, year after year, decade after decade. I sure hope we’ll have many more years to come. But so thankful for all they’ve already given us. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Hopeful) Crush

Could our long lesbian nightmare finally be coming to an end? Will Riley finally get her own “Happiest Season”? Well, maybe. Aubrey Plaza says “there’s some movement, yeah” on a “Happiest Season” sequel. She mentioned the idea to the original’s writer-director Clea DuVall and now they really, sorta, maybe, perhaps will start working on it together – like for reals. So, definitely maybe!

Look, I’ll cling to any sliver of good news I can these days. The idea actually started with an in-joke Aubrey added to her new Prime Video series “Kevin,” which I’ve never heard of but gets an A+ in niche lesbian jokes for this fact alone. There’s a movie marquee that reads: “Kristen Stewart and Aubrey Plaza in ‘Happiest Season 2: Riley’s Revenge.”

As she told The Wrap:

“You know what’s funny, is I actually forgot that I put that in the show, and Clea and I just had a creative conversation this past week about that [movie],” she revealed. “And I said, like, ‘Hello? Where’s Riley’s happy ending? We gotta start working on this.’ So, we actually are.” “That is actually true,” she added. “I mean, I think I’m allowed to say that, but I don’t think Clea would care. But yeah.”

Yeah, indeed. Now make it happen so we we can all be the happiest lesbians next season. But for now, happy weekend, all.

p.s. Mazel tov to Aubrey (who with her partner former "Girls" actor Chris Abbott), is expecting her first child. Also, April and Charlie end up together? Did they start as long distance, Pawnee to New York? At least she dumped Andy, he turned out to be a chud.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Jodie's Tux

Wait, why did no one tell me that in addition to speaking French throughout the whole movie, Jodie Foster also appears in a tuxedo in “A Private Life”? It’s like you don’t even care about my happiness. I’ll have to think about this for a while. You know, to heal our trust. That’s the only reason I plan to think about these photos of Jodie in a tux with slicked back hair. Yep, trust. Anyway, it’s a Thursday so if you, like, me, were not aware of these facts then you are now welcome.

So Gay For TV

Oh, geez, I’m going to have to read this book now, aren’t I? A new series based on Kate Moennig and Leisha Hailey’s post-The L Word memoir “So Gay For You” is in the works at Amazon MGM Studios. Kate and Leisha will star and executive produce, and the series will be helmed by nonbinary creator Charlie Covell, the writer behind “The End of the F***ing World,” Kaos” and the upcoming “Life Is Strange” adaptation. Look, I already admitted to not reading their book yet. But I have always and continue to enjoy the dynamic between Kate and Leisha both onscreen and off.

Twenty-two years since the series premiered and there still aren’t queer female characters much more iconic than Shane and Alice. So, duh, I will be watching. Someone just hand me the Cliffs Notes. (That’s how we used to cheat, kids. By opening a skinnier book. Not by just typing a prompt so some datacenter plopped into some unwitting rural community to guzzle a couple million gallons of water to churn out stolen intellectual property for the enrichment of our tech billion overlords. Anyway, not sure how this turned into a rant againt AI, but as always, fuck AI. But yay for more TV featuring and about queer women.)

Tank Top Tuesday: Space Woman Edition

Am I about to be deeply shallow to someone who has been closer than any other woman – and all but three men on Earth – to the edge of deep space? Yes, yes, I am. And I am OK with that because, after all, I am just a lesbian woman. And I have eyes. And it is Tuesday. And those eyes acknowledge that NASA astronaut and Artemis II Specialist Christina Koch looks great in a tank top on this Tuesday and every day. And a flight suit. And even NASA’s standard issue dorky polo and khakis. Because, hello, forearms. Heck, we don’t even mind that she’s married to a man. We just know Christina got on a rocket to the moon and came back a lesbian icon. Science, baby!

I hope you were as inspired by Christina and the rest of the crew of the Artemis II as they splashed down on Friday. Humans can still do great things, we just need better leaders who will do great things with us. After seeing Christina make it around the moon and back, I would say I feel pretty inspired. The tank tops help, too. What? Lots of things can be inspiring.

Music Monday: Want to Live Forever?

On the same day that Orange Stain threatened that “a whole civilization will die tonight” (but, of course, TACOed out), Brandi Carlile walked up to a piano and sang this rendition of Alphaville’s “Forever Young.” No, not Neil Young’s “Forever Young,” but the 80s German pop-synth group commenting on the Cold War nuclear standoff. Oh, how the times, they seem to never really change. Happy we’re still here I guess Monday, kittens.

Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while
Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies
Hoping for the best but expecting the worst
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?
Let us die young or let us live forever
We don't have the power but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music's for the sad man

Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden faces into the sun
Praising our leaders, we're getting in tune
The music's played by the, the mad man

Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever
Forever young, I want to be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever young

My Weekend Crush

Like, hopefully, the rest of the planet I am watching, enjoying and crying my dang eyes out – but this time with joy and pride – about everything happening with the Artemis II mission. From its wonderful crew to the exuberant wakeup songs to all those pictures of our gorgeous galaxy, it has been a true and endless delight remembering the best of us are still out there – in fact, all the way to the moon out there.

Seeing all these marvelously competent humans interact with kindness, while championing science and sharing their enthusiasm for exploration is a reminder that humankind isn’t all terrible. And if you didn’t shed a tear when the crew announced they were naming a previously undiscovered bright spot on the moon after Mission Commander Reid Wiseman’s late wife, Carroll, I have to question your humanity as well. Imagine, hurtling through space, as the physical manifestation of all your infinite grief and love – teardrops – float all around you. Truly, out of this world compassion. Plus, come on, it’s called Carroll. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: When Meryl Met Anna

Who amongst us hasn’t looked at this Vogue cover and immediately created an elaborate fantasy where Meryl is the masc and Anna the fem in a mad fashionable love story set at the Met Gala and/or Brandi Carlile’s Girls Just Wanna Weekend? (I know, I know – but wouldn’t it be hilarious to see Anna amid the Bramily?) Look, I’m no Wintour stan. But I’ll do anything for Merly, especially Meryl in a suit. So what Meryl wants, Meryl gets – in my imagination. Plus, it’s an age-appropriate imaginary relationship to boot! I mean, two 70-something women on the cover of Vogue together? I’d say someone check on Anna Wintour, but, you know.

Go, Cheeseburgers, go

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Just a not-so-gentle reminder that he will die some day. He really will. We know it because Rachel Maddow said it. And, well, it's true. Go, cheeseburgers, go. Now that is something to root for.