Sean sings the praises of the enjoyable 1963 musical, Bye Bye Birdie, in this month’s “Once Upon a Time in Film Scoring” column.
Sean sings the praises of the enjoyable 1963 musical, Bye Bye Birdie, in this month’s “Once Upon a Time in Film Scoring” column.
Alex Schumacher’s cranky capuchin Mr. Butterchips starts a bad trip in an exclusive preview of his all-new full-length adventure.
her lips curl around the candy red-striped straw like they would curl around any straw; in a pouty lip-gloss pucker (get your head out of the gutter!). or maybe sex was a 50s invention altogether, when the storks went on strike.
I confronted Mandy again. This time, she said Nick wanted to video chat since he didn’t know when we could meet in person. She had thrown me another bone, and I hung on for a little bit longer, talking to Nick, to Mandy.
Lisa and Zack seemingly only lasted for this one episode, which is disappointing. But the pair signified so much that the anchor couples of the show did not. It was an interracial romance, which had close to zero representation on television at the time.
The laws of physics dictate that a compound can not
change from one form to another.
Certainly there must have been warrants out for my arrest.
Everywhere there are teens dressed in KISS costumes holding their tickets and getting into lines. Lines are the only reality here and they rule everything and everywhere. If you are not already in a line, you’re walking to get into a line.
Gabriel Ricard adjusts to staying at home by watching even more movies for the latest Captain Canada’s Movie Rodeo!
My feet hit the gravel beneath me and I hear shouting in the distance. I run faster, refusing to let my limbs give way before I see Diane waiting in the finish area, anxious for the baton.
I always drank after a phone call with my mother; it was the reward for tolerating her distaste in my lifestyle choices as a thirty-something lesbian, or her distaste as a whole.
Bigfoot is just speculation
but then again so is the clitoris.
Like just because Kyle
treats your body like a labyrinth
doesn’t mean it is
Gretchen Rockwell explores the connections between Queerness and H. P. Lovecraft, in DC Entertainment’s Aquaman.
He’s going
to scrub, save two lives, plugging his ears
to muffle the somber music of Man cutting into Woman
Fist out of mouth, design absent alignment
when four lanes strip to one and then none
paved a stoned passenger’s premature exit.
nobody left at the playground
the afternoon
just burning
through your fingers
like a cigarette
Ilari Pass examines the themes of race and authenticity in Douglas Siri’s 1959 film, Imitation of Life.
He takes this new vessel to the head of the traveler, where he guides the opening to the edge of the net and begins to loosen the tape.
The first taste of warmth hits Chase’s fingers, and he angles the opening and waits for the splash. It comes in only a second.
Wow. I mean, if I have to don a siren suit during wartime, as women and children did when huddled in an air-raid shelter, I want to look good, you know? After all, when the men find my broken body among the building rubble, I want to hear, “Do you think that jumpsuit would fit my wife?”
My bisexuality is like my eyeball,
as in, I can’t see it
but everyone in high school could,
like I didn’t use a mirror ‘til I was 19
loving you then
was peeing my pants at a joke:
sure, i was
a little embarrassed
but i couldn’t help it.