Bring it, 2018

Hey, 2018. Bring. It. On. We, the women of the world, got this.

Jonesing

Exciting news, gay ladies and friends/loved ones/casual acquaintances hoping for more of gay ladies, I’ll be recapping the new Netflix series “Jessica Jones” for AfterEllen this season. I’ve already gone into detail about why the upcoming series based on the Marvel comics should be pretty exciting news to queer ladies, as well as just ladies in general. (i.e. Trinity plays a lesbian, et al). So I’m very much looking forward to the series and hoping for much lesbianing (and bisexualing and sexually fluidity-ing, etc.) The show lands Nov. 20 on Netflix for your binging pleasure, and my recaps will run weekly on AE. So, cracks knuckles, let’s tackle this whole new fandom thing together.

My Weekend Crush

Carrie-Anne Moss has the kind of face you could look at for days, weeks, months, years and never, ever get tired. Certainly she is gorgeous. And few people on the planet -- perhaps even the universe -- look better in skin-tight leather. But beauty and hotness alone don’t make a face so endlessly interesting. No, what makes her face truly fascinating is that you’re not quite sure what she’s thinking underneath. Is she amused? Is she annoyed? Is she triangulating the perfect angle to scorpion kick you in the head? All of the above? It’s hard to say. And that, that is what’s so damn interesting.

Too many young stars give everything away. And by everything, I mean everything. Lord knows, I never needed to see all that. But with age comes the maturity to know what to give and what to keep. I think it helped that Carrie-Anne became famous in her 30s. The older you get, the more you realize how little you actually know. And the more wary you are of revealing every darkened corner. There is so little mystery left in the world. But looking at Carrie-Anne’s face, you see why it’s so important to keep a little of it alive. Happy weekend, all.

p.s. Her back ain’t half bad, either.

In praise of the female back

This is my second favorite part of the female body. The long lines, the graceful arch, the soft skin. It is poetry and promise. It is sin and salvation. It is the rise and fall of empires. And, well, it’s just damn sexy. Oh, what’s my favorite part? Patience, patience.