Full Moon Mixtape: Scorpio
This is hardcore.
This is hardcore.
Zoobee zoobee zoo.
Songs about virgins and food.
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So you agree? You think you're really pretty?
And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.
Cry like a baby.
Everything begins and ends at exactly the right time and place.
Now you do what they told you.
Why does tragedy exist?
Do you want to know that it doesn't hurt me?
I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know... anything that happens in this movie, really.
Wendy Weber, what it means to be "just a mom," and the dark undertow of wellness culture.
A movie that works incredibly well for its intended audience of one person (me).
Someday, you will ache like I ache.
On Diana Spiro, feminist folk horror, and the power of the past.
On seeing your own shape clearly.
The Sins of Women.
He ran into my acupuncture needle. He ran into my acupuncture needle SIXTEEN ENTIRELY PAINLESS TIMES.
It's uter-US, not uter-YOU.
On Marion Weber, sexual violence, and why the scariest things in MAW are real.
On the horror of changelings.
Doesn't take much to rip us into pieces.
Ti-Grace Atkinson was a TERF, by the way. Sorry.
A first look at what I've been working on. Also, some scary fish.
In which we learn I'm a sucker for a tragic fish metaphor.
I fought the shark and the shark won.
The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.
A small, shadowily identified group represented the hidden, perhaps dangerous truths about a culture to itself.
The child is always already queer.
Lisa Kudrow collects a sperm cup. We don't talk about it.
"It is not I who am crazy. It is I… who am Dad!!!!"
Radical technology was required.
Hey, cheer up. World's going to end in ten minutes anyway.
On men who shoot their guns into the air and go "ahhhhhhh."
A very strange time in my life.
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I don’t know how Brad Pitt got to be the avatar of wounded American masculinity, but I don’t mind. Pitt is an actor who plays “regular guys,” or, more specifically, the kind of guy regular guys wish they were; dignified yet folksy, strong but not heartless or bullying,
In the year before my transition, I read my own Tarot every day. I spent that year in free-fall; deciding to transition seemingly required dealing with every other trauma in my life first, as if my gender were hidden in one of a hundred identical storage boxes in a basement
Note: This newsletter discusses the ending of Promising Young Woman. The movie is still new, so if you want to avoid those spoilers, either skip this newsletter, or stop reading it after the paragraph that ends “you can begin to ask why most women don’t.” There’s one good
Shut it down! Shut it down forever!
Teen Jude gets unlucky at the Blockbuster.
An essay about heat.
Then was the time. Then was the hour. Now I am old. Now I am dour.
Emily VanDerWerff has thoughts on what happened to Randy.
You're not getting out of Ohio. Rethink it.
You got some identity issues. It's not the end of the world.
We used to be best friends. We used to be a lot of things.
This is Ohio. If you're not holding a brewski, you might as well be wearing a dress.
It's a lot.
When I was in seventh grade, every boy I knew started worshiping Satan. This was 1995 or 1996, right after Marilyn Manson released Smells Like Children, right before Antichrist Superstar. Central Ohio was a ‘90s Goth vortex — just downwind of Cleveland, where Trent Reznor formed Nine Inch Nails, and Akron,
Note: As part of a new project, and to keep myself from dying of boredom, I’m going to start using this newsletter to publish occasional bits of short horror fiction. For Valentine’s Day, here is a nice story about a man who wants to cook dinner for his
I have a very specific idea of what a good horror movie feels like. It has very little to do with the movie itself — the feeling doesn’t relate to what the movie should be about, or how it should scare me, or what social relevance it should have. My
For a while, it seemed like every straight guy I knew liked American Psycho, and they all liked it for the wrong reasons. It was the Phil Collins scene. If you’ve seen the movie, you know it: Patrick Bateman hires two sex workers, and fucks them both, while taping
First of all: I cannot believe I let you people harangue me into watching this show. I do not expect most readers to remember this, but, back in the summer of 2011, I read the first four books of A Song of Ice and Fire, and I hated it. The