Like a Girl

In response to a study that showed that the self-confidence of girls plummets during puberty, Always Feminine Products is working to change the meaning of the expression “like a girl” from its longstanding negative connotation (“run like a girl”) to an empowering call to action.  (Via Adweek)

Orange is the New Brown

What goes together even better than peanut butter and chocolate? Apparently Orange is the New Black and Peanuts. Click over to Buzzfeed to see Daniel Daltons’ brilliant mash-ups.

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Daniel Dalton / BuzzFeed / Via peanuts.com

Dykes on Bikes®

Anyone who has ever been at a Pride parade or a Dyke March with me knows this: The Dykes on Bikes® kickoff makes me cry. I get all choked up with pride and affection like I did back in the days when Kid played in a marching band. There’s just something about this big, strong, shiny, noisy representation of my people that sends me.

Here’s some history about Dykes on Bikes®, which — Yes, Virgina — is a registered trademark.

Grab your Kleenex®, here’s the opening of the 2013 SF Pride Parade:

 

Lock ‘em up!

I heard of another mom who found her kids, and some neighborhood kids, playing fake-karaoke with her Hitachi, singing into it like Mr. Microphone…

 

Did You Need Another Reason to Love Ellen Page?

Vocal Fry, or How to Sound Like a Kardashian

I admit, I’ve become a little bit obsessed with “vocal fry” since watching this video. It’s always fun to find that something I’ve noticed has a name, and that others have noticed it too.

My New Favorite Music Video

Who could have guessed that it would come courtesy of Hostess and Big Lots? Seriously, watch it. I think Twinkies just got hip.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Here are some of the Valentine’s Day-themed posts, both fiction and non-fiction, I’ve written over the years. Unwrap some chocolate (see below) and enjoy!

Underwired – A lonely woman shops for lingerie on Valentine’s Day and finds the perfect bra and more.

Chocolate Fondue – A Victorian fantasy about a femme top and a pot of melted chocolate.

The Pillow Fight – A random encounter leads to SF’s infamous Valentine’s Day Pillow Fight.

For slightly deeper Valentine’s Day reading, check out Something About Love, a serial story I wrote a couple of years ago as part of a Freedom To Marry event that spanned several different blogs.

For something less starry-eyed, this is a non-fiction post (actually two posts) where I vent my true feelings about the holiday.

Also in keeping with the theme, here is a favorite post on Chocolate and Masturbation.

It’s the Thought That Counts

I’m still not sure what Bing is (so I obviously don’t use it), but I appreciate the sentiment in this commercial that aired during last night’s Golden Globes.

(Don’t you just love that shot of Edith Windsor?)

 

“Magic” – The Finale


(The Finale)

(This is the final installment in a serial story.
To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

When the group of women arrived at Sarah’s door, it was locked, as she had left it. But while Sarah fumbled for her key, Lupa reached out and turned the knob as easily as if it had been left open. They stepped inside.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” someone said. And it was. The fire was blazing and the room was warm. There were dozens of white pillar candles on the mantle, on the coffee table, on the kitchen table, and even on the kitchen counter. The room flickered in their light.

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“Magic” – Part 12


(Part 12)

(This is an installment in a serial story.
To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

The door to the Women’s Room was open and warm light and a warm, spicy scent spilled out on the street. The butterflies in Sarah’s stomach banged their wings against the walls as she walked in the door.

“No surprise here! Happy birthday!” Lupa called out, greeting her in the doorway. All in one fluid motion, she pulled Sarah in close for a hug and a kiss on the cheek, wiped her lipstick smudge away with her thumb, handed her a sparkling flute of champagne, and turned her by the shoulders to face the room. “Meet your party. Party, this is Sarah.”

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For the Librarians

zigguratThanks to Emily Horne and Joey Comeau at A Softer World.

“Magic” – Part 11


(Part 11)

(This is an installment in a serial story.
To read “Magic” from the beginning, click here.)

Sarah spent the afternoon doing her best to organize the apartment without smudging her new pedicure. She kept looking down at her bare feet on the hardwood floor, thinking that her feet looked both beautiful and foreign with their dark, shiny toenails.

There wasn’t much she could do to change the appearance of her mostly-empty living room, but she was both excited and nervous about the coming evening and fluffing pillows and pushing the couch around helped to calm her down. Continue reading

I hope you got everything you wanted

gay_les_vintage_couple… in this holiday season!

And, before the snow stops falling on this blog, here’s some lesbian-themed holiday fiction to keep you warm!

Mistletoed

Following the Thread

A Slice of Pi

Bridging the Gap (explicit, password “wolf”)

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Apple CEO Speaks Out for Human Rights

Another reason to love my iPhone:

Apple’s CEO Tim Cook speaks out in support of LGBT rights while receiving a lifetime achievement award from his alma mater, Auburn University.

Out Magazine named Cook the 2013 Most Powerful LGBT Person in the World. (Sorry, Oprah. Maybe next year!)

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It’s nice to see a commercial that addresses social gender inequality issues while selling shiny hair. Go Pantene!

This is the Meaning of Fierce Fashion

RickOwensI feel a little embarrassed to admit that I follow fashion as closely as I follow science, checking in on The Sartorialist every morning, and subscribing to Vogue most of my adult life. However, it’s all eye candy for me. I don’t spend four figures on clothes and won’t wear high heels. Mostly, I am a voyeur. A fashion troll, as it were.

I can’t remember in all these years when I’ve seen a photo or video of a female model walking down a runway with her feet more than four inches apart. The models are gazelles, wraiths, seemingly unhuman creatures who have no more similarity to me than a mitochondria does to a chloroplast. I am clearly one kind of woman and they are another.

Then came Rick Owens’ Spring 2014 show which knocked Paris on its well-designed derriere. Instead of showing his austere, minimalist clothes on chignon-coiffed austere, minimalist models, the designer recruited step teams from American Black sororities to walk his runway. Suddenly the clothes look wearable, moveable, and do-able. Watch it through and dance out with them at the end. (And don’t miss Bill Cunningham’s smile at about 6:15). This is how women should be represented. Being female shouldn’t look pale, wane, tortured; it should look fierce.

Just for contrast, there’s this:

The Real Jackal

Allison Janney, arguably one of the sexiest and smartest actresses of our time, and unarguably one of the sexiest female voices ever, has arrived on Twitter.

(Note: I have Kaiser health insurance simply because of Allison Janney’s voice. Imagine how disappointed I was to finally hear the automated voice in the waiting room only to find it wasn’t Janney, but rather the lady from the DMV.)

When Janney recently shared her plans to revisit her famous West Wing lip-synch send-up of Ronny Jordan’s “The Jackal,” on the Arsenio Hall Show, the Twitterverse lit up.Janney tweet

However, seconds prior to her Arsenio Hall performance, when she asked the audience members if any of them knew what she was about to do, there was the meager sound of a few hands clapping.

Really people? The Jackal! On the West Wing, Janney as Claudia Jean “C.J.” Cregg preformed a number that was less blatant, more awkward, and somehow even sexier than the Arsenio Hall version. How soon people forget:

Cute, Not-So-Cute, Cute, Not-So-Cute

Miley Cyrus has the potential to be cute. Not cute like cutesy Hannah Montana, I’ll sing my way into your heart, cute. Just cute. Like, “Oh hey, a cute girl there”.

But that’s only when she’s not doing her “I’m growing up too fast, I’m flailing around for attention, I have Gene Simmons’ tongue and I can lick, lick, lick!” thing.

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As my mother said: “Be careful, your face might freeze that way.”

After twerking her way in the hearts of no one, with a scattered, desperate, unnecessarily raunchy and weird performance on MTV’s VMA awards, she has released a new video in which she appears nude. The music’s not awful and she looks good swinging nekkid (her dad’s word, not mine) on a wrecking ball. This alone wouldn’t be tacky, but she’s still licking up and down things like she just discovered oral and wants the world to know. We know, Miley. We were 20 years old once. We remember. Just put your tongue away when you sing and dance, okay?

Dear Queen Latifah: Please Come Out

LatifahI don’t usually fall for feminine straight girls. But I’m making an exception for Queen Latifah.

Or am I?

The gorgeous, glowing Queen herself will debut a new daytime television talk show on Sept. 16. It’s almost worth getting Tivo just so I can come home to her every evening after work.

But the one thing Queen Latifah won’t dish about on her new show is her own personal life.

She has long been rumored to be a lesbian, in a relationship of many years with Jeanette Jenkins, with whom she bought a Hollywood Hills home in 2010 and has been photographed embracing. Jenkins is a Hollywood personal trainer with her own workout show on Lifetime Television.

“I don’t feel the need to discuss my private life on this show or any other show,” she recently told The Hollywood Reporter. “There’s the part of my life that the public and I share together. And there’s the part that’s mine to keep for myself. And that’s mine. For me.”

It’s too bad she won’t let the public see this vital part of herself. Daytime talk host Elle DeGeneres and wife Portia Di Rossi have been visible and vocal and it certainly hasn’t hurt their careers. However, Queen Latifah and (let’s just say it) Oprah Winfrey, continue to fiercely block any discussion of their sexuality. Their fear of public rejection seems to outweigh any interest in contributing their personal strength to the LGBT community.

Each of them has dropped hints in her own way. During a performance at the 2012 Long Beach Pride event, Queen Latifah addressed the crowd as “my people,” causing many in the audience to believe that she had come out, according to The Advocate magazine. Oprah hasn’t been quite as transparent, but nonetheless seems overly interested in lesbianism and camping with BFF Gayle King.