Prince Taught Me a Whole New Love Language
“Sign o’ the Times” is candy for a cute little he/they like me.
“Sign o’ the Times” is candy for a cute little he/they like me.
In her rejection of performing happiness, Grande invokes gratitude for the impact she’s made on others. I have to believe the same.
I wanted to be loud, wild, and sexually liberated like them. I just didn’t know how.
But of course, all of this isn’t about ‘Gaucho’ or masculinity, really. It’s about trauma, about breaking a cycle you didn’t consent to entering.
I’m a queer, northeast girl with southern roots, and no one has captured that duality quite like Kacey Musgraves.
The arc of my journey with Shakira traces a path from veneration to rejection to reembrace.
With reproductive rights under threat in the US, I returned to an artist unafraid of telling her truth.
When Russia invaded Ukraine at the end of February, I found myself asking: What pleasures are permissible during wartime?
I’ve wondered if I, too, have become a member of a generation reluctant to move past adolescence.
I turned to my friend and asked, “What if I don’t want it all?”
Artists like Olivia Rodrigo validated my suppressed anger—and gave me space to be petty—by helping to create a world that validates feminine fury.
Like any good fantasy, my desire for all MGK represents is a guilty pleasure, not sustainable or practical.
In a theater, I am freed by the voices that shake the rafters, the dancing, the lights, and the colors. Musicals are my form of catharsis.
Eurydice’s decision to choose comfort could be read as a betrayal. But it is a survival response, an instinct to protect the self.
Hayley’s rage-filled vocals used to provide an emotional outlet that gave voice to loss, anger, and confusion I couldn’t put words to yet.
“Plastic Hearts” was the album I needed to hear, articulating what no one else would tell me: My plastic was no longer serving me.
Her anger had made its way to her music; my anger couldn’t find a home outside my own head.
There is something freeing about being in a ballroom full of people singing about how we all deserve to feel a love that reverberates through the walls of our body.
That first time I heard it, the music was so catchy and the words were so ridiculous that I threw my head back and laughed. I opened the curtains that had been closed for a month.