Showing posts with label Dylan Meyer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dylan Meyer. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 21, 2026

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.

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Happily, and Gayly, Ever After

And just like that, Kristen Stewart and Dylan Meyer are married. After more than half a dozen years together, and nearly four years of en-gay-gement, they made it official. I feel like I need to set off a Hunger Games cannon for K-Stew’s singledom. Of course, given the circumstances, it should be a rainbow glitter confetti cannon. But still, *BOOM* There goes the last glimmers of delusional hope for some gay gals. There, there – you truly never had even an iota of a shot, but it’s great to dream big, right?

I actually super love it when queer couples get married because we’ve only been able to do so legally for the last 10 years (well, in June it will be 10 years – if we make it to June…) Each queer couple that vows to love each other until death do they part is a repudiation of the hateful mindset that calls our very existence a sin. Or, in simpler terms, fuck you bigots.

I wish them a long and happy and creative life together. Also getting married at a Mexican restaurant in Silver Lake? Yeah, we’re never gonna be as cool as K-Stew, even now that she’s just an old married lady. Mazel to the couple.

Thursday, March 24, 2022

Gender Fuck Thursday

I just felt like, after everything 2022 has dished out so far, you needed a beautiful, talented women in a white suit. Or gold vests. Or luscious mustaches. Sometimes, truly, it is just that simple.

Mary J. Blige

Queen shit. And King shit. Truly.

Elle Fanning

A little circus ringmaster chic and I’m good with that.

Gillian Anderson

I just. Love her.

Also, congrats to the engagement and your first red carpet outing together, Kristen Stewart and Dylan Meyer.

I will count this shiny crop top number as a suit because of the pending nuptials and all. And, goodness, K-Stew is bringing the vava-and-voom.