Gender Fuck Thursday: Throwback Edition

Yes, I know, I keep talking about sports. A lot of the popular discourse keeps revolving around them – particularly women’s sports – particularly by people who have never in their lives watched professional women’s sports unprompted. But I digress. You know who I hope is basking in the progressive glory of today’s WNBA? Cheryl Miller, the college star and Team USA standout and Olympic gold medalist who went on to become the first head coach and general manager of the Phoenix Mercury and is now receiving some deserved flowers for her trailblazing career. But, honestly, I just remember her as the O.G. swaggiest coach of the WNBA. And 30 years later, she’s still got it.

WNBGAY Says Trans Rights

It’s been so hot this summer, I guess we’ll just have to post an extra day of tank tops, with a little advance of Thursday gender fuck in the mix. Because how great are the best coaches and players in the WNBA in their response to this artificial, right-wing freakout about trans athletes in women’s sports? With MAGA Barbie fanning the flames (gotta ensure there’s another career lined up after her mid-playing career ends), the Player’s union and individual players (and coaches) have all made their support for trans rights unequivocally clear. Isn’t it nice when abhorrently bigoted views are part of the unpopular minority in a group for a change. It’s called the WNBGAY for a reason. Don’t fuck with our family.

Also, come on, how hot is Gabby Williams? I saw it with my own two eyes. Plus 10 toes down for trans athletes? Died and gone to Ballhalla, indeed.

Also, thanks for the bonus tank out Seattle Storm star Stefanie Dolson. Somehow, the message is even better.

And there are good reasons the Lynx are No. 1, and Cheryl Reeve being a great leader is sure one of them.

Tank Top Tuesday: Rebecca Ferguson Edition

Well, that settles it. I must be going through a Swedish ladies phase. Because I’ve developed a definite crush on Rebecca Ferguson. After her full-on sapphic-bait flirting at Comic-Con recently, I just can’t help it. She was always the best part of those last few “Mission: Impossible” movies (until those idiots killed her off). And she was bone-chillingly terrifying in “Doctor Sleep.” Also her “Silo” wardrobe appears to be predominantly tank top based. So, um, should I be watching “Silo” or what? I mean I’m already watching Rebecca in all her tank topped glory through the ages. So better late than never.

Music Monday: Zara's Sun

Yes, OK, I love Swedish dance-pop princesses, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I hadn’t paid much mind to Zara Larsson until Alysa Liu skated to her song with PinkPantheress “Stateside” during the Olympic figure skating exhibition gala earlier this year. But since then, I’ve been further charmed by her fun shows, her real singing, and just her general good vibes. “Midnight Sun” is definitely my song of the summer. And this slowed-down version filmed in the beauty of the real Swedish Midnight Sun? Also, you’re welcome for the early that-counts-as-a-tank-top abs-tacular happening in that video. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

I don’t know that much about the new “Little House on the Prairie” series. And I have not watched yet. I watched some of the original, some. And read a few of the books, a few. But, at heart I was an Anne of Green Gables girl. So imagine my mixed feelings now that Anne Shirley herself has come to the Prairie. While the show has too much of a Trad Wifey vibe (deserved or undeserved, since again admittedly I have not watched), I am cheering for Megan Follows to be awesome. Because she will always be Anne with an e to me. No matter where she roams. Happy weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Cate & Rosamund Edition

Whenever Cate Blanchett and Rosamund Pike meet each other, one of them apparently has to gender fuck. It’s the sheer alpha blonde energy, I think. It must be contained by some sort of suit. To which I say, ladies, you should hang out together more. Much, much, muchmuchmuch more. Also, talk about getting better with age.

2003

2007

2026

I mean, at this rate, think how good they'll look in another 20 years?

The Like Is Out There

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Even if I end up not loving “Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma” (and I highly, highly doubt it), I will always love how horny Gillian Anderson and Hannan Einbinder have been for each other during the press tour. Like, just out there, putting panties around our necks, calling out Jean Smart and now thirstily liking vintage pictures of the other. I mean, I get it. I liked that picture, too. Never change, ladies, never change. Happy Hump Day, indeed.

p.s. Can we talk about the way Gillian looks like the perfect 50s housewife clinging to her secret gay younger lover? Yes, I broke out the “L” word and not about Lover Cindi.

Wait, I'm free!

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When you fumble so hard, and the whole lesbian internet knows it. The other weekend influencer and artist Eleanor Barnes interviewed Rebecca Ferguson at San Diego Comic-Con. And, well, she fumbled. When Eleanor – who goes by snitchery – asked Rebecca what luxury item she’d take with her into the Silo, and Rebecca answered with a extra flirty, “You free?” Swoon forever. Plus, just look at her super tomboy/super Supergirl outfit? Like, pick up on the vibes, girl. At least the poor lass acknowledges the error of her ways. And millions of sapphics scream, “I'm free, Rebecca! I'm FREE!” But seriously, that outfit and answer? *raises wlw eyebrow*

Music Monday: Robyn Times

How good do you have to be at writing beautiful, danceable breakup songs that you get invited to sing at the Nobel Peace Prize Concert? I’ve been going through a real Robyn renaissance phase, listening and dancing to her at every opportunity. Maybe it’s because she reminds me of a better time? This was 2010, after all. Obama was president. That orange guy with the bad hair was just a national joke. Not the whole world’s biggest problem. Anyway, good memories. Great song. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend (Couple) Crush

Fine, last sportball thing for the week. I swear! You’d think I was the turning into a total jock. But who can resist Basketball’s Cutest Frenchies. I’m so glad that Gabby Williams and Marine Johannès are still together after hard launching their relationship at last year’s All-Star game. I love to see them interact, and that Gabby talks so openly about Marine’s importance in her life. Also, she finally hit Marine’s signature one-legged three at this year’s All-Stars. Like, that’s some romantic shit – for sporty gals. Plus, come on, they’ve giving Pazzi a serious run for their money in the Hottest WNBGAY Couple department. Bonus points because, for me, they’re slightly more age-appropriate. Also, the below interaction. Like, if that isn’t the most adorably coupley teasy comfy with each other lesbian thing you’ve ever seen. Plus that look Marine gave Gabby right after getting stamped? *low lesbian whistle* Someone is in trouuuuuble, but the mostly good kind. Happy weekend, all.

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Gender Fuck Thursday: WNBGAY Edition

One of the best things about today’s WNBA – and, make no mistake, this is all because of the players themselves – is all the acceptance of more masc/butch/stud et al presenting queer female athletes. And not just acceptance, but embrace. Heck, embrace isn’t even enough – in many cases, it’s full-on drooling over. Thinking back to 30 years ago when the league was formed, and they were scared to even admit any lesbians ever touched a basketball. All it took was three decades of non-stop fighting for our rights (and, clearly, our rights are still and always in jeopardy). But, still, it is quite something. Get it, you hot-ass ballers. You earned this.

Olivia Miles

Best suit of the orange carpet. I said what I said.

Breanna Stewart

Schoolboy shoes are working for me.

Kahleah Copper

Normally I don’t love a shiny suit. This is not normally.

Stud Budz

I’ll be honest, I don’t love the Trump ties. But I forgive them because of the Thing 1 & Thing 2 hair.

Paige Bueckers

Are “The Matrix”-era sunglasses back? This is like B-ball Trinity.

Winslet Wednesday

Just because it's Hump Day, here is Kate Winslet sitting some sort of way. You're welcome.

Vive la France

@gala.fr #macron #georgeslucas #jodiefoster #onregardequoi #whattowatch ♬ I Think I Like When It Rains - WILLIS

Did you know Jodie got a fancy award from French President Emmanuel Macron this month? Truly, these days you can only go overseas to accept any kind of presidential award. Ain’t no way she’s coming anywhere near the stick-on-gold White House these days. Also, well done receiving the Legion of Honor alongside Sigourney Weaver. Again, I ask, can this moment be the timeline? Pretty please?

@gala.fr #macron #sigourneyweaver #jodiefoster #onregardequoi #whattowatch ♬ Linger - The Cranberries

Music Monday: Yes, Her

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

My Weekend Crush

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

Gender Fuck Thursday: Tennis, Anyone

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

Jodie Foster & Alexandra Hedison

Emma Corrin

Cynthia Erivo

Nicole Kidman

Rashida Jones

Sarah Pidgeon

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

Take Me Out...To the Ballpark

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

Girls Trip

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

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

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Music Monday: Pheobe Pan

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

My Weekend Crush

Goodness, another week got away from me. I hope the world is having fun watching the men kick the little ball around today. Me, I will be remembering the moment I realized I did like sports, as long as women were playing them. Happy remainder of the weekend, all.

Heated Rivalry: Lesbian Edition

I didn’t know the marketing departments for major streaming services were in the fanfiction business. But what else would you call this femflash promo for “Heated Rivalry” featuring Olympic gold medalist Amber Glenn and cosplay influencer Lena Lemon? Set to t.A.T.u.’s “All the Things She Said,” which was used for maximum yearning during a key scene in the show, the short imagines a flirty (I want to say sensual, but I actually really hate the word sensual…) encounter between apparent rival skaters played by Amber and Lena. Like, sharing a water bottle? Girls, settle down now. As much as I appreciate including us sapphics in all the “Heated Rivalry” hoopla, I would appreciate even more a “Heated Rivalry” of our own. Oh wait, we had that with “A League of Our Own,” but Amazon canceled it. More reasons to hate Jeff Bezos and his dumb megayachts. Right, back to fan fantasy I guess.

Short Lesbians

Did you know you can watch Maya Hawke and Victoria Pedretti be gay together for 18 minutes? Yeah, neither did. But thankfully The Lesbian Internet graciously alerted me to this fact. The actors appear in the short film “The Non-Actor,” which is available to stream now on Mubi – whatever that is.

The short follows Elliot (Pedretti) who is staying with her ex’s new girlfriend Bella (Hawke) while attending a medical trial for her recent, unexplained loss of hearing. Per Letterboxd: “As she reconfigures her relationship with her (sonic) environment and herself, an intimate connection sparks between the two women.”

That spark better include smoochies is all I’m saying. So, does anyone subscribe to Mubi? Is it worth the $14.99(!) a month? Or, more likely, activating the 7-day free trial? Inquiring lesbian minds need to know. So far, I like the unsolicited knee pat. But, yeah, imma need some smoochies to make giving another site all my contact information seem worth it.

Music Monday: Breeders Edition

So last month, twin sisters/rockers Kim and Kelley Deal turned 65. Which is crazy because they remain the ultimate cool girls to me. And as soon as I hear any of their riffs I’m immediately back to those halcyon 90s days of youth, when the Breeders were on the radio and girls with guitars were on my mind. My first girlfriend was in love with Kim Deal, so obviously I was also in love with Kim Deal. While “Cannonball” remains their ultimate banger, “Drivin’ on 9” brings a rush of sweet nostalgia. The joy of the semi-aimless road trip. Truly, their addition to Olivia Rodrigo’s truly exceptional lineup for her Daisy Chain Fields music festival is one of the only things that could give me FOMO about not going to music festivals. Enjoy it kids. I actually wish I was there, at least in spirit if not in body. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

All this gay dating show talk has me reminiscing about one of my favorite sapphic couples. Oh Alice and Dana. You were taken from us far, far too soon. Heck, so soon that we – the long-suffering “The L Word” fandom – didn’t even have a chance to give them a proper mortmanteau. We’d only gotten around to naming TiBette! And after that we had to deal with the abomination that was Shenny. Should we give them a posthumous portmanteau? This year marks the 20th anniversary of Dana’s death, after all. Piebanks? FairPie? OK, maybe not. But, whatever you call them, I miss them. Happy weekend, all.

High Art Redux

Last month, “High Art” was added to the Criterion Collection. The 1998 indie was the debut feature from Lisa Cholodenko, who would go a dozen years later to make some lesbians very, very upset about the also excellent “The Kids Are All Right” (and, yes, I still stand by that assessment, now another 16 years after that – whew, time is crazy). Now, I haven’t rewatched “High Art” in a decade, possibly two. But I remember how viscerally I felt this movie, with its arty intensity and grungy tragedy. Also, Ally Sheedy was obviously a revelation after only knowing her from her 80s brat pack days. I wonder now, much older and possibly a little wiser, if I would feel the same way about “High Art.” Guess I have to pick up the Criterion edition to find out. Also, what happened to Radha Mitchell? I definitely had a little crush on her. I mean, remember “Love & Other Catastrophes?” Gosh, I wonder if that’s available anywhere? Anyone up for a 90s lezzy movie marathon? Deep cuts only.

Sweet Lady Reality TV Kisses

Yes, I know, Pride is really and truly over. But for the last couple years near the end of Pride I’ve decided, “Self, it’s time to start watching something really stupid and really gay.” And it doesn’t get much gayer and stupider than queer reality dating shows. (Also there’s no show more endangered, but more on that later.)

Last year, I inexplicably started watching the second season of “The Ultimatum: Queer Love.” And this year, well, this year my inexplicable show is “I Kissed a Girl.” OK, there is an explanation. I kept seeing posts about the start of the second (and final, see what I was saying above) season of the show. But it gets stupider, because being on this side of the Pond we can’t even watch the new season yet. So I resigned myself to the first season. And here we are. So, you know, no spoilers – from two freaking years ago. Of course all these shows need some gimmick. You can’t see them! You have to get married! You have to kiss before you even say hello! Granted, I can stomach it better when it’s queer content. I refuse to watch straight dating shows because ewww.

Anyway, gay and stupid forever! Wonder when we’ll get the second season stateside? I hear it’s stupid fun. Now if they’ll just stop Canceling Our Gays, I might be able to catch up. Maybe even find some smart and gay shows too. What? A gay gal can dream.

Anyone else have go-to stupid and gay viewing around this time of year?

Tank Top Tuesday: What’s New, Katy-Cat?

This is not a drill. This is Katy O’Brian in a tank top holding a kitten. Some days, I’m just thankful for the little things. Particularly on a Tuesday.

Music Monday: Young Miko Edition

Well now, if this isn’t another reason to regret not taking Spanish in high school. But what’s not lost in translation is that Young Miko is hot. The tats, the eyebrow slit, the rings, the piercings, the TATS. The 28-year-old out lesbian Puerto Rican star is kinda like the sapphic Bad Bunny. And I’m not just saying that because he’s the only other Puerto Rican latin rapper-singer I know – I swear, they even did a song together! But I only recently tuned into Young Miko and her swagger. And despite needing a translator app to know exactly what she is singing about, I know enough. I think the whole “Baby-Baby, I'm a freak” chorus in English helps clear things up. Ahem. Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Yes, Pride Month is truly over. But we can still bask in the afterglow. And that afterglow includes allies. So instead of celebrating 250 years of this country’s way, way (way, way, way) too slow journey toward that more perfect union, how about we celebrate allyship. So thank you, A’ja Wilson for not only being the greatest player in the WNBA right now, but for also being the GOAT of allies to the LGBTQ+ community. Last month she continued the tradition of bringing in a gay cake, or gayke as she calls it, for her queer teammates during Pride. This is truly the only Let Them Eat Cake I approve of in this day and age. Also, how funny was her reaction be being used on the promo for Pride Night with the Aces? Thanks for being a great ally, A’ja. Keep ‘em coming. Also I went to my first Valkyries game last weekend, so I am feeling the W right now. Hard. Even the straight allies. Happy weekend, all.

Selling Something

As long as we’re talking shit, WITHIN THE FAMILY, can we talk about Ellen DeGeneres hawking her skincare line on infomercials now? Because, when I think of Ellen, I think of wrinkle-fighting systems! But, seriously, what happened to all her talk show money? Did she max out with that “cottage” in the Cotswolds for her and Portia?

Look, one of the clearest recession indicators out there is that celebrities are selling all kinds of random shit these days. The most egregious, of course, is that Goopy Lady hawking those multi-million dollar Israeli luxury apartments while that country’s government continues to brutalize Gaza. Like, she truly earned the nickname Gwynocide with blissfully tone deaf lines like, “Waking up for a morning run can be brutal!”

I mean, by that metric Ellen’s Kind Science skincare line is only minorly cringe, and not ignoring a genocide cringe. Still, I have grown to really resent products that happily feed into our Beauty Industrial Complex – a multi-billion dollar industry that makes even more money the worse we feel about ourselves and things like, oh I don’t know, natural aging. Also, I see Ellen is also still trying to capitalize on the whole “I’m the Kind One” stuff. Which is, um, interesting.

Now, lest you think I’m just picking on a The Formerly Great Panted One, plenty of straight white men are also lapping lustily from the Late Stage Capitalism trough. John Cena and Walton Goggins seem to be in a commercial arms race to see who can sell out the most. They’re both the spokesmen for not one, not two, but THREE brands each right now (Hefty trash bags, Nature’s Own bread and Chime banking for Cena and Walmart, GoDaddy and Google Goggles for Goggins).

Look, I will always be thankful to Ellen for coming out when she did. Someone has to be the first and she paid a price for many years for being a pioneer. But that also doesn’t absolve her of the claims of creating a toxic work environment on her subsequent talk show.

While I get it, it’s hard out there – even, I guess, for rich and famous celebrities. So I try not to shame folks for getting that bag. But people who are already much more well off than the average person going this hard for capitalism? Makes me long for the “Lost in Translation” days where movie stars had to travel to foreign countries to make some extra scratch on the side, lest they be called a corporate shill. All I’m saying is if one more person tries to sell me wrinkle cream, I’m getting out the “Shame” bell.

Not Krashlyn, Still

So, now that it’s no longer Pride, can we talk a little shit? Like, are Ashlyn Harris and Sophia Bush (a.k.a. Not Krashlyn) having a run of bad publicity or what? First, Ashlyn gets a questionably deserved documentary made about her the *checks notes* backup goalkeeper for the 2015 and 2019 World Cup teams. Granted, they won, but they pick that lesbian above the other lesbians? And then Sophia is revealed on the creepy Dialog membership list, associated with *checks notes* uber creepy racist billionaire creep Peter Thiel. She insists she only went to two conferences and it wasn’t creepy. Anyway, just saying. They say all publicity is good publicity? But have they met judgmental sapphics? Because *low whistles in lesbian* Also, what are those outfits? Hey, it’s July – wlw critique is allowed again.

Ride On, Sarah Stallion

Let’s end on some unadulterated queer joy. Two wlw ladies who know how to have fun and how to make crowds swoon. Sure, neither is technically wearing a tank top. But halter dresses are in a gray zone, and it’s Megan Thee Stallion and Sarah Paulson. Happy last day of Pride, y’all! Have even more fun and be even gayer than these two at the Tonys. I know you can do it, kittens. I believe in you.

Music Monday: Melissa & k.d. Forever

Told ya the Gay Goes Up to Eleven in these final days of Pride. It’s hard to be more unabashedly and joyously lesbian than Melissa Etheridge and k.d. Lang dueting on “You Can Sleep While I Drive.” That it still feels radical looking back at them perform this together 32 years ago says a lot about where we are 32 years later. I wonder where we’ll all be in another 32 years. I hope, even gayer and much freer for all. Happy last Monday of Pride, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

You know what, Rosie deserves this. She looks great. She obviously feels great. She’s doing just generally great since escaping the United States. Truly, good for her. I know when she first fled I was kinda disappointed. But Rosie, and her decades-long feud with That Orange Turd, had pretty legitimate fears. And, and I cannot emphasize this enough, she was right about him ALL ALONG. I think Rosie has more than earned her flowers at this point. She got turned into a national punchline by too many for simply being a successful woman who wasn’t a Size 0 – and that was before the whole, and she’s also a big ol’ lesbo stuff. I know I’ve been a little uncharitable in the past as well. I think with fresh eyes her legacy as that other out lesbian daytime TV talk show host becomes much clearer. Please accept all these flowers as an apology for any antipathy in the past. Live your best life, and thanks for trying to warn everyone. Happy last weekend of Pride, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: Amber Glenn

Well now, let’s skate into (see what I did there) to our final Thursday of Pride. Please allow pansexual skating star Amber Glenn to Gender Fuck Up your day skating in a shiny suit to “That’s Life” belted out by Lady Gaga (take that, Sinatra). Truly, it feels like every word of that lat sentence was scientifically engineered to make a homophobic boomer’s eye twitch. For the rest of you, you’re welcome.

True Detective: Cold Lesbians Edition

Gee, what kind of claustrophobic situations can Silva and Longacre find themselves in next? Oh, the Arctic you say? So it’s True Detective: Lesbian Country for these two? I will admit not making it all the way through “Vigil” Season 2 yet. Something about the secret military base and the drones and pregnant lesbians had me a tad bored. Or maybe I’m just not as into copganda as much anymore. Anyway, I really did enjoy Jodie Foster’s “Night Country,” so I might be ready to watch Suranne Jones and Rose Leslie get parka with it for another season.

Tank Top Tuesday: Ava Daniels Edition

So about that final season. Granted, I started watching, got sidetracked, and then came back and binged the whole thing last weekend. So my view of the story arc might be skewed by my screwy viewing approach. Still, I’m happy for Ava. Like, if they had gone that other way, lord – what they have put that poor girl through just because she fell in (somewhat) platonic love with someone 50 years her senior. It’s a testament to Jean Smart and Hannah Einbinder’s talent and chemistry that we cared at all about the continued misadventures of one of TV’s oddest couples. But care we did. The other great triumph of “Hacks” is the rise of Hannah and her refreshingly outspoken political activism. So shout out to our favorite “Supa Bi!” You’ve earned this, lady. (And thanks for the tank tops, though you had me worried for Deborah’s health with all the blood, girl.)

Music Monday: Brandi & Amy

As we head toward the waning weekends of Pride this year, I feel the need to double up on The Gay. After years of real, tangible and long-overdue progress for the LGBTQ+ community, the return of this administration has seen a terrible backslide. It’s always been a fight, but somehow this regression feels extra awful – and the scapegoating of trans people in particular is beyond cruel. For such a small sliver of the population with possibly the least power base possible to be demonized instead of – oh, I don’t know – the fact that trillionaires exist is unfathomable. Anyway, be gay, sing songs, and down with the oligarchy. Also, please enjoy Brandi Carlile and Amy Ray gaying it up at the Gorge! Happy Monday, kittens.

My Weekend Crush

Well I let this holiday weekend get away from me. Kind of shocking that the Orange Turd hasn't repealed Juneteenth as a federal holiday. Maybe he was too busy waging war on algae. Anyway, please enjoy a few lessons in intersectionality and the need for diversity for societies to advance from The Audre Lorde. I wonder when we, as a society, will finally learn this lesson. Not nearly soon enough. Happy what is left of the weekend, all.

Gender Fuck Thursday: DeLaria Edition

Did we know Lea DeLaria was married? Where have I been? Congrats, Big Boo! Lea is one of the very first out comics I ever remember seeing on TV. She was the first out comic to appear on late-night with a 1993 appearance on “The Arsenio Hall Show.” A queer trailblazer in every sense of the world. And, since it’s Thursday, those blazers aren’t too bad either. A cool butch before masc was a thing, and cool now no matter what’s a thing. Mazel tov, Lea.