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Trans people have produced erotica long before 2017 and will continue to do so long after.
While the internet revels in tasks like identifying racists and getting them fired, it can struggle with milkshake ducks that may not have neat, tidy stories.
“Montero (Call Me by Your Name)” unequivocally embraces queerness to the absolute despair of conservative Christians.
The documentary isn’t a revelation or a surprise—it’s a much-needed closure.
We’ll still be called sluts, witches, and harpies, so we may as well rise to the occasion.
It’s time to honor the women behind television.
Partnership is not a prize to be won or a goal to be achieved.
Stop shaming donuts.
There’s uninspired scenery and characters—and a weirdly sexualized Ms. Frizzle.
Jay-Z cannot deliver us into an era of racial equity. He’s nobody’s savior—not even his own.
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