Then we get to see like forty million hetero couples making out, most of them total strangers to us. This prom was brought to you by the state of North Carolina and the “Gays Only Kiss In Very Special Episodes” Committee.
In 2002, I was 19, and loved slam poetry, The Butchies and Manic Panic. I had one year of New York City under my belt and, after an adolescence in small town Pennsylvania, was thriving here. The city was like a queer wonderland: there was Eileen Myles in line at the post office! There was Meow Mix, the lesbian bar of Chasing Amy fame, where friends and I flocked every Thursday night without fail. I was the loud girl who threw the word “dyke” around liberally in my college classrooms, bought copies of On Our Backs at the feminist bookstore Bluestockings, and never missed a Le Tigre show. - Courtney Gillette
This is precisely why I befriend all my exes once they’ve stopped hating me for always writing about them in this column. It’s not due to our shared history or mutual love of Buffy sing-alongs. It’s so I can still have bartering power a few months down the road when the custody battle fallout has simmered down. I’ve lost too many copies of Margaret Atwood’s The Blind Assassin over breakups. NEVER AGAIN.
Am I a terrible lesbian because I forgot Sookie’s cat’s name?
Three things really motivated me to start AfterEllen: the fact that it was so difficult to find any information on lesbian/bi TV and movie characters online and in entertainment magazines; the sexism within the LGBT press online and offline, which translated to covering gay men far more than gay women; and the desire to do something with all the useless trivia I had in my head about queer women in entertainment.