Jul 09, 2019
How Wrestling Saved My Life and Let Me Express My Queerness
Wrestling never stops, so I couldn’t stop, and thus I am still here.
Wrestling never stops, so I couldn’t stop, and thus I am still here.
Suddenly, miraculously, it was no longer dismay that I felt. It was freedom. It was Death doffing its blackness and revealing itself to me as life.
I know that their lips are touching, and that this is the first time it’s ever happened on a free-to-air telenovela.
Girl power was the freedom to make a scene, make no sense, join together and make something irresistible, spectacular, unproductive, joyful, and to radically claim one another.
I relate to what Springsteen sings because he reveals much of the American Dream as an intoxicating illusion.
The violence of the moment, conveyed in shades of melancholy purple, is bleak even for a cartoon. But it’s also honest.
“Manson’s magical proximity to massacres of gun violence is, we know, not magical. His practice is prismatic, his lyrics a sieve.”
As an autistic child, I scrambled to figure out when my passions became too overbearing, too ‘me’ for other people.
“Being a funny girl like Fanny continues to skew the way I see myself.”
Remembering the online world of gay chat rooms in the digital moment before social media.
“Miyazaki tells us something about bodies in flux: There is no easy answer; only the conflict, the question.”
What if the grief never gets better? What if I don’t want it to?
Elton John and lyricist Bernie Taupin collaborated to create timeless pop songs during the 1970s.
Thirteen regenerations of one Doctor over the course of a very long, very interesting life.
I turned my stereo all the way down to barely audible volumes, convinced Trent Reznor’s singing was a subliminal message.
There’s a latent sense of hope tinged with rage tucked away in the album.
It’s not about getting away with things. It’s about becoming more comfortable with myself.
What makes one rebellion just and the next unjust?
Johnston’s instrumental arrangements and shrill vocal style satisfied a primitive urge in me.
