Tank Top Tuesday: Back to Basics

Well I’m back. And I know one thing for sure. Vacation is better than not being on vacation. Also, tank tops are better than not tank tops. So, that’s two things. Yeah, that’s all I’ve got. I’ve been away, it’s the best I can do for a Tuesday. But, like Dua Lipa is in a “Mother fucker” tank top, so it’s also definitely isn’t nothing. I’m back, baby!

Samira Wiley

I didn’t watch the rest of “The Handmaid’s Tale” because real life is hard and dystopian enough, but at least the show let Samira’s character live, dammit.

Emma Watson

Well, at least we know one “Harry Potter”-associated actress who would never work with that horrid wizard lady again.

Queen Latifah

No commentary necessary.

Cate Blanchett

Ditto.

Music Monday: St. Lipa Edition

We’ve almost made it through our second March of this pandemic. And the light at the end of the COVID tunnel feels so near. In a week I get my second vaccine, and by May everyone across the country should be eligible. It’s gonna be a good summer, dammit. So to get ready, please relive possibly the sexiest Grammy duet ever. St. Vincent. Dua Lipa. Watch it again and get ready to touch other human beings very, very soon. Happy Monday, kittens.

p.s. Anti-vaxx bullshit will be summarily deleted, as will other pandemic conspiracy nonsense. Thank you, science. We’d never get out of this if we had to only rely on each other.

Music Monday: Miley & Dua Edition

I can think of no way to bid adieu to this hottest mess of a year than this hot mess of a music video (though really, “hot mess” or even “dumpster fire” are such egregious understatements for the monstrous cruelty of this year, but I digress). Miley Cyrus and Dua Lipa, two artists I enjoy a considerable amount on their own, are trying to peanut butter-and-chocolate their music with queer girl sex appeal in the song “Prisoner.” Now, I’m down with whatever Miley wants to be down with, because you do you always. So whatever stage of queer rocker chick meets possible lesbian vampirism Miley is into with this song is totally cool with me. I mean, why not? Plus I can’t be the only one getting strong flashes of “The Hunger” mixed with those Alicia Silverstone & Liv Tyler Aerosmith music videos of the early 90s splashed with a healthy shot of Olivia Newton-John’s “Physical” here? Right? Well, whatever it is I say go for it, ladies. Shoot your shot. It’s not like it could make this year worse, amirite? Happy last Monday in 2020, kittens.

Music Monday: Queer Grammys Edition

Holy crap, were the Grammys…good? I think they were – and I can’t believe I’m saying this – good. Like, really good. The opposite of bad. Good. Granted, I watched them on time delay and got to fast forward through all of the commercials, speeches by the recording industry president and performances by male artists. But what I did see was honest to goodness enjoyable.

Like. Wow, that was fun. Let’s watch it again enjoyable. And much of that was thanks to queer female artists. Specifically Janelle Monae, Brandi Carlile and St. Vincent.

These ladies were, well, they were good.

Let’s start with Janelle Monae. The Empress of Bisexual Lighting “The Way You Make Me Feel” with just a touch of “Pynk” thrown in for good measure. And it was a precision clinic on coolness in all of its James Brown/Prince/Full Monae goodness.

And then there was Brandi. Our gal took home three Grammys in the untelevised part of the show (for Best Roots Performance, Song and Album). After an evening of high-octane female performers (admit it, the dudes all sucked in comparison) her raw and powerful vocals managed to still stand out amid the crowd. We gay gals are feeling pretty rightfully smug these days as the rest of the world finally catches on to Brandi’s greatness. Yeah, we knew her before the Grammys.

Also, during one of her untelevised acceptance speeches, she said this which is just another reminder of why we loved Brandi first.



And then, in the most unexpectedly spectacular coupling of the night, queer artist St. Vincent and singer Dua Lipa performed a mash-up of their hits “Masseduction” and “One Kiss,” respectively – with a little Aretha’s “R-E-S-P-E-C-T” thrown in for kicks. But it was how they performed it that was…sexy. It was so, so, so sexy. Like lesbian twinning dominatrixes sexy. I have watched it close to a dozen times and that might be a conservative estimate.

Well, like I was saying, I think the Grammys did not suck. (OK, maybe JLo’s Motown tribute wasn't the best, but still). Between all the above goodness and seeing Dolly Parton and Diana Ross and Michelle Obama kill it on the same stage. Well, yeah, the Grammys were good.