Hiya, deviants! It’s been a strange holiday season. Strange and long. It’s been so weird that on Tuesday, I was actually grateful to be back at my desk at work. It was nice to be looking out the window at the sunshine on the snow, thinking,...Show More Summary
This is very sad, obviously. But also, in a strange way, very joyful. These two people who loved each other so deeply and knew each other do intently were ultimately, there for each other until the very end. I still cannot believe we live in a world without both Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds. But at least they will always have each other.
I have absolutely no idea why Ruth Negga and Natalie Portman are about to make out here. Like, no clue at all. It’s something about great performances coming together for W magazine. But as far as I know Ruth and Natalie have never appeared in a film together, or any project whatsoever. Show More Summary
Well now that I’m back, really back, into the swing of things for 2017 it’s time to get my groove back on. So what better way than with a bunch of lesbian (or at very least lesbianish) couples dancing together. That simple joy of dancing with someone you love or at the very least like very much cannot really be described in words. Show More Summary
So on my last day of vacation, I wanted to share a little laugh/cry about our old year and our new one. As in, I know we are all thrilled to get 2016 behind us, but I have some bad news to share about 2017. Time to get our own personal dragons and blow some shit up. Bring it, 2017.
Every New Year deserves a fresh start. Every New Year deserves a shot at joy. Every New Year deserves a big kiss. So no matter what 2017 has in store for us (and low whistle boy does it ever), we deserve a moment of happiness to start the New Year. Show More Summary
I don’t know about you, but I plan to spend the last two of days of 2016 surrounded by friends, gay ladies and lots and lots of bubbly. Granted, I probably won’t be as dapperly attired as these ladies from yesteryear. Nor do I pretend I can attain their level of elegant mirth. Show More Summary
I keep meaning to leave you lovely Vacation Vixens to enjoy, but then real life keeps interrupting my holiday and rudely demanding I write about it. Yesterday’s news of Debbie Reynolds’ passing was almost too much to bear. A mother passing one day after her daughter. Show More Summary
This fucking year. This infernal fucking year. This year has taken our heroes away one by one. And while all deaths are sad, some cut deeper and mean more. Quite simply, some just hurt. It hurts to lose Carrie Fisher. Terribly. We all knew her as the galaxy’s rebel princess. Show More Summary
As you know, I don’t write about the fellas too often on ye olde blog. But George Michael wasn’t just any fella. He was The Fella of my 80s childhood. I can’t tell you how many times I danced to “Faith” or the oh-so-scandalous “I Want Your Sex” in my bedroom. Show More Summary
How was your Christmas? Appropriately merry, I hope. This is the first holiday season in quite some time I won’t be traveling. So that means no missed flights, no getting snowed in, no chance encounters with famous lesbian singing twins. Show More Summary
Well, helloooo, homos! You know that thing that queers do when they get into a serious relationship and then just… vanish? Gays. My sweet, loving, tender gays. I did this. I pulled this shit on you. I got myself into a new, serious relationship and fell off the face of the earth. Show More Summary
I have watched this almost every Christmas for, well, decades. It’s filled with joy, wonder and sweet melancholy – often just like the holidays themselves. May this season be filled with so much joy, all of the wonder and just the sweetest (and gentlest) of melancholy. Merry Christmas or happy whatever you celebrate this season. And have a very merry weekend, all.
Please allow Dame Helen Mirren to send you her warmest, most heartfelt and truthful regards this Christmas. (Skip to 0:55 if you want to get right to Helen and miss Will Smith pinching Graham's hiney.)
Well, someone has to save Christmas – and this year. Good thing we can always count on Dyke & Fats. Come on, be honest. You’d totally watch the hell out of this show. p.s. We are all Les Dykawitz. Les Dykawitz is all of us.
Patti Smith singing “A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall” a the Nobel Prize ceremony earlier this month. A hard rain's a-coming, America. We'd better get ready.
Today is our democracy’s last shot to stop The Hate Pumpkin from becoming President of the United States of America. Granted, I have no expectations that a swath of pure partisans will suddenly find their long-lost consciences and become the Hamilton Electors our Founding Fathers envisioned. Show More Summary
[Click to Embiggen the Queer Ladies Saying GTFO] I’ve decided that my aesthetic for 2017 is going to be Queer Women Calmly Dismissing Dudes Who Can’t Take a Fucking Hint. Like, ladies, we have all been there. We have all endured this exact same situation. Show More Summary
In the waning days of 2016, as the light fades and a future filled with only more darkness looms, let us remember the things we can always rely on. The majority of Americans did not want The Hate Pumpkin to be president, by 2.84 million votes. Show More Summary
Hey, what if that movie about “relational aggression among girls” was really just subterfuge for a simmering lesbian romance? Well, wonder no more. Because “Mean Girl” the remix is “Carol” for the high school set. But really, deep down, aren’t we all just too gay to function?