Wonder Woman and Feminism

Recent comments by a specific Hollywood director have sparked conversation around Wonder Woman and its feminist takeaways. While not surprising, I’m not entirely interested in discussing the way in which…

Emily Andras, Wynonna Earp, and the Unkillable Queer

Under the guiding hands of Emily Andras, the team of writers who gave us Wynonna Earp have done the impossible. They created the Unkillable Queer. And not just one character…

Buckle Yer Swashes for Queer Lady Pirates in the Abyss Duology

Do you like pirates? How about queer pirates? How about female protagonists of color? Sea monsters? Moral ambiguity that doesn’t create false equivalences and actually informs characters personalities and choices?…

Kay’s Story: I’m Genderfluid

I’m Genderfluid. What does that mean? Well it means that sometimes I feel like a different gender than the one I was born assigned to (male), and sometimes I feel…

Love Yourself In the Writing Ebbs

My eyes pry themselves open at 8 am, then shut again. Just 9 more minutes. Just hit the snooze. That snooze becomes 10 and soon enough I’m dragging myself out…

A Tale of Two Dead Mothers

Content Warning: This article discusses death, violence, torture, and attempted rape, as depicted on these shows. Full spoiler warning for all seasons of Black Sails and Into the Badlands. A…

Grimdark and the Daemon Ex Machina

This is it, the movie is almost over. With only ten minutes left in the film, the hero is literally hanging by their fingertips from the edge of a building.…

Nothing can Prepare You for the World

My mother is borderline. Just writing this sentence down makes me shake a little. I know it, I’ve talked to other people about it, but...what if she reads it? What if somehow she finds this anonymous piece and connects it? What kind of a horrible daughter am I for even putting this out into the ether? My mother is borderline, and I still never know what to do with it. How to navigate. It was something I didn’t even figure out or have the language to put to it until I turned 20. I suppose in writing this, my hope is that maybe just one person can find the language they need to begin healing. Or to feel some sort of validation. Because...it’s one of the most empirically confusing experiences. If anyone is reading this who’s borderline themselves, by the way, please don’t think of it as a condemnation. My mother is very unaware of her effect on others, and not particularly able to work on herself. Please understand I’m writing from a place of childhood scars, and perhaps in explaining them, it can provide us all with more tools at our disposal for creating positive relationships. I guess that’s another hope I have from this.

Homophobia Shouldn’t Be the Default

We have, as a nation, made great strides toward equality for the queer community, yet explicit and latent homophobia is still a problem in our society. That our media reflects…

Top Ten Ladies of the Star Wars Comics

It all started innocently enough with the Star Wars: Princess Leia comics. Let me back up a bit. I’ve never considered myself a huge Star Wars nerd. I mean, I…