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Get a packer, try it out—you will prolly love it, even if you don’t have bottom dysphoria : butchlesbians

Get a packer, try it out---you will prolly love it,

Hey all,

I’m a genderfloating AFAB person who’s been wearing a packer on the regs for a few years now. I recommend them strongly to every AFAB person—just to feel what it’s like—but especially us butch ladies and queers. They’re safe, cheap, and for a little piece of silicone, they can be downright transformative.

Wanna start by saying that I don’t have bottom dysphoria (and FTR, wearing one didn’t change that at all; if anything, it made me appreciate that I can have both sets of genitals!). I bought it kind of on a whim. Regardless of my intentions when I bought it, looking back, it was SUCH a brilliant idea.

As someone who struggles with internalized misogyny and their butch identity, wearing a packer has been mind-altering, and it changed my life in a lot of ways. I didn’t realize what a difference it would make to my perspective to have something down there. It makes me think differently when out in the world. In a way, it makes me empathize so much with dick-havers. As a pussy-haver, it’s easy to completely forget about that area of your body when out and about. But when you’re wearing a packer, that soft pressure and heat is juuuust enough sensation to call your attention to it unexpectedly. I notice different things, I feel more confident somehow. It increases my butch energy by tenfold. I can’t explain it except to say it’s so dang fun!!

As for which kind to get, I’ve got about 8-9 different ones I’ve acquired over the years. My favorite by far is called Mr. Limpy by the brand RodeoH (https://rodeoh.com/products/mr-limpy-small-3-5)… it’s perfectly soft and squishy, so much fun to reach down and play with. I like the smallest one from that line, cuz it’s the least heavy on my hips (some weigh a lot!), it doesn’t make my crotch go numb from the pressure of wearing it all day, and it doesn’t create a huge bulge in my pants—that makes it easier to go stealth, so I feel confident when out and about and don’t feel unsafe. Silicone retains heat (they also sweat in hot weather, FYI) so it feels like part of your body after 20 mins or so, and if you’ve got a sensitive clit, certain ones actually transmit vibration to your clit if you wear it in the right spot… meaning it legit feels like a dick. Whew. So fuckin cool. It also felt empowering to choose a small one for myself, as “my dick”… cuz you know, fuck that shit about penis size that men obsess over. Small dicks are dope, and my little one is perfect for me.

Please make sure to get a good pair of packer underwear to avoid UTIs, that shit is no joke. It gets sweaty AF to keep it against your skin, especially on hot days, and they can catch against your pubes/slide around uncomfortably. Packer undies hold them in place, especially if you’re someone who moves around a lot. That brand RodeoH makes some dope 100% cotton packer undies that I wear as regular undies every day, even when I’m not wearing my dick.

Feel free to ask any questions, like I said I’ve been doing it for a few years now and it’s added so much depth to my understanding of my gender identity. If you’ve got a pussy, and especially if you’re kinda butch, do yourself a favor and play around with a packer, you’ll be glad you did! <3

You know what’s cooler than two high school boys in love? Their wacky friends… / Queerty

You know what’s cooler than two high school boys in

Welcome to Screen Gems, our weekend dive into queer and queer-adjacent titles of the past that deserve a watch or a rewatch.

The Stolen Scenes: Beautiful Thing

This 1996 romantic comedy about two British high school boys in love helped pave the way for countless other queer films, and foreshadowed the success of Love, SimonBeautiful Thing follows the story of Jamie (Glen Berry), a teen hopelessly infatuated with his classmate Ste (Scott Neal). Both hail from rough family situations: Jamie’s mother Sandra (Linda Henry) goes through one eccentric man after the next, while Ste’s father struggles with drugs, and beats his son. One night, when Ste gets a particularly nasty beating, Sandra takes in Ste to sleep over. Sparks immediately fly between he and Jamie as the two boys come to discover their budding sexuality.

Pretty straightforward, right? Jamie and Ste are the least interesting elements of Beautiful Thing. While Berry and Neal both go easy on the eyes and give fine performances, they come off rather bland when compared to the post-hippie Sandra, and, in particular, Leah (Tameka Empson) a sassy neighbor with a Mama Cass obsession that befriends the boys. Both Leah and Sandra steal the movie right out from under their handsome co-stars: the two ladies have much more developed and complicated personalities, and are a lot more fun to watch.

Sweet, tender and very funny, Beautiful Thing feels like an innocent, welcome breath of fresh air in a time of political crisis. Watch it, and dream of a more beautiful tomorrow for queer kids everywhere.

Streams on Amazon, VUDU & YouTube.


I Love and Hate Netflix’s New Ballet Show

I Love and Hate Netflix's New Ballet Show

Warning: There are technically some spoilers ahead for the first season of Tiny Pretty Things.

Netflix’s new Tiny Pretty Things is a dazzling dance of contradictions — for better or worse. On the better side of things, there’s the paradox that bleeds from the show’s core: the simultaneous beauty and terror of ballet. And Tiny Pretty Things rather poignantly and uncomfortably focuses on the terror to great effect. Ballet breaks bones. One dancer self-sutures her foot with superglue like it’s nothing. Another risks everything to dance on an injured foot. Because ballet demands everything of the body right now, obfuscates the future to the point that these young artist-athlete hybrids seem caught in the present, striving for greatness in a system that reminds them they are ever-replaceable. A system that both rewards conformation and demands distinction.

Then, on the worse side of its contradictions, there are narrative dissonances like the fact that there are several fully realized queer characters (mostly men) and yet we’re eventually expected to sympathize with a character who hurls a gay slur out of his mouth so effortlessly that it seems certain that it’s part of his regular lexicon. The writing often misses the mark because it doesn’t even seem to know what mark it’s trying to hit. It’s sloppy in its depiction of eating disorders; inconsistent in its depiction of abusive power dynamics; surface-level in its grapplings with identity.

Billed as Black Swan meets Pretty Little Liars (but lacking the cogent performances of the former and the camp of the latter), Tiny Pretty Things plunges into the secrets and horrors of the Archer School, an elite ballet boarding school in Chicago that is upended by one of its top students — Cassie Shore — plunging over the side of the school’s roof and landing in a coma. It’s the perfect murder mystery in the sense that Cassie isn’t so much a sacrificial lamb as a sacrificial wolf. She was hated by her fellow students. And so everyone’s got a motive, and everyone’s lying to cover their own asses even though they don’t really know who it is that they’re protecting. Tiny Pretty Things is quite successful at keeping the answers to its central mystery shrouded so that the characters and viewers are all dancing in the dark for much of it.

Our entry point into Archer is Neveah Stroyer, a dancer initially rejected by the school but then swiftly accepted when Cassie’s slot opens up. She’s the new girl, and she’s put through the usual ringer of high school conflict at first, sized up and cut down by the mean girl who swooped in to fill the power vacuum left by Cassie, Bette Whitlaw. But it also quickly becomes clear that Neveah is being used, paraded around as a diversity acceptance to distract from Archer’s roof scandal. That’s only the beginning of the ugly things the school’s director Madame DuBois is willing to commit to maintain Archer’s reputation.

As in actual ballet, the character’s internal underpinnings are often explored externally in dream sequences. Most episodes have more than one, and they touch on the characters’ deepest desires but also the traumas that have shaped them. Tiny Pretty Things doesn’t fully commit to the psychological horror genre, but it’s compelling in these sequences despite the very on-the-nose symbolism.

The ensemble is collectively more mesmerizing when it comes to dancing versus acting, and the script often doesn’t do them any favor, stuffing awkward turns of phrase and clichés in their mouths. Clocking in at well over 50 minutes each, the episodes are overlong and it’s hard not to notice the parts that could be cleaved into something tighter.

But there’s also a lot that does work about the show, which is compulsively watchable particularly because it maintains a strong sense of suspense and foreboding. When the true horrors of DuBois and Archer’s history come to light, the show kicks into high gear. These students do awful things to each other in the name of ambition and rising to the top, but the real threat comes not from the in-fighting but from the people in power. After all, that cutthroat mentality is stoked by the adults. The mere notion of “patrons of the arts” takes on a whole new horrific meaning over the course of the show. Abusive men want to control these young people, want access to their bodies. Throughout the show, the dancers’ bodies are the site of their art and excellence but also sites of violence. The show’s real horrors aren’t seen in those violent dream sequences but rather in the real world.

Bette Whitlaw does bad things, but she’s rather explicitly encouraged to do them by her mother, who isn’t a provider of love and support so much as a provider of percocet and impossible pressure. Bette is constantly reminded of the excellence of her sister, the darling Archer alum Delia. June Park — a student who seems to be cursed to be a dancer who is technically good but not good enough — similarly behaves at her worst when she feels the pressure of pleasing her actual mother or the mother that presides over them all: Madame DuBois. So many of these students seem to believe that their lives have been written for them, set in stone, and they struggle to break free of those expectations. The Whitlaw family dynamics make for some of the best written but also most disturbing parts of the show. Bette will never be Delia. Bette will do anything to be Delia. But Delia’s also on her way out. No one stays the darling for long in ballet.

Tiny Pretty Things reveals over and over that abuse of power runs rampant in ballet and boarding schools in general. But it’s difficult to reconcile the show’s commentary on the rampant problem of teachers and adults having sex and relationships with minors with its simultaneous romanticizing of such situations. In one of its more poignant moments, a gay ballet master explains that he can’t show favoritism or even any semblance of friendliness to any students — especially young boys — because he already faces the homophobia of others expecting him to be a creep. But the show hardly brings that level of nuance to its portrayal of the adults who do cross lines with the students.

The relationship between DuBois and one of the students, in particular, falters. It’s one of those instances where I’m not convinced the writers know what mark they’re trying to hit, so it easily misses. DeBois was shaped by the violent system she upholds, and she’s admittedly a compelling villain in her casual cruelty and positioning of her students as bodies to be exploited. She’s only one half of the two-headed monster that breathes fire in Archer. There’s also Ramon Costa, resident manipulative choreographer in the vein of Vincent Cassle’s Thomas in Black Swan. Tiny Pretty Things plays with tropes of the ballet drama subgenre when it comes to some of its stocktypes. This rendering of Ramon as the “tortured male genius” — as he would no doubt call himself — as erratic, manipulative, and overly sensitive to criticism is sharp and effective, an efficient exposé that a controlling choreographer isn’t just a headache but a full-on physical and mental threat.

Speaking of ballet tropes though, Tiny Pretty Things is less effective in its attempts to do the whole Poor Girl With Tragic Backstory Arrives at Rigid Academy To Shake Things Up schtick — precisely because it does feel more like a schtick and less like a meaningful narrative for Neveah, who often feels like a flattened character even though the whole point of her is that she’s supposed to be more complicated than the narrative DuBois foists upon her. But does the show ever truly afford her that complexity and autonomy? I don’t think so, even when there are compelling bits to latch onto in her narrative, like the divergent ways she and her brother have responded to grief and trauma.

Tiny Pretty Things often stumbles through its attempts to comment on race and identity against the backdrop of ballet. Sure, there’s a gutting realness to the fact that Nabil Limyadi’s classmates think he’s a psycho merely because he has an accent and doesn’t smile a lot. But when the show tries to mine conflict from the fact that Caleb Wick wrongfully hates Nabil because he associates Nabil’s Muslim faith with the death of his American soldier father, the results are, unsurprisingly, putrid. The show similarly seems disinterested in really engaging with the racism DuBois displays toward Neveah and her family. It’s like the show is saying, yes, these institutions have a history of racism, but we’re not really going to touch that too much.

And then there’s this frustrating contradiction: In one storyline, the cops are the bad guys, but at the center of the narrative is a “good” cop who perhaps we’re meant to be tricked into thinking is a complicated hero and not a glorified villain because in this version of this oft-told tale of mythical hero cops, she’s a lesbian. Tiny Pretty Things gives Isabel Cruz a tragic backstory as motive: Her wife killed herself, and now Cruz won’t stop at anything to solve the mystery of attempted murder on Cassie because she feels called by the whistles of justice and salvation. A cop with a dead wife searching for redemption and justice? Yeah, I’ve seen that one before. And I hate when queerness is used as a weak attempt to disguise bad tropes as something different and original.

Cruz over and over again uses excessive force, manipulates the teens into getting answers, makes bad assumptions about motive. She shows up at the school constantly, seeming every bit like yet another dangerous adult in these teens’ lives even though the show doesn’t treat her as such. I think the dead wife is supposed to make us think she’s doing the wrong things for the right reasons. This is made even more frustrating by the fact that the book upon which the show is based had a main lesbian character who was one of the students but was erased from the story in the show.

Okay, so I’ve seemingly written a lot of words about a show that I find a lot of faults in. But the stuff I do like about the show, I like quite a lot. There’s something very alluring about the mere premise that the students’ lives are the real dark, twisted ballet — not the self-indulgent drivel that Costa cooks up called Ripper, a tone-deaf ballet about Jack the Ripper. In what I saw as a shoutout to the movie Center Stage — a very important entry in the ballet drama canon — the students end up going to the club to blow off some steam, but the similarities to the sequence in the 2000 film end there, because in Tiny Pretty Things’s version, the students end up beating the shit out of a group of homophobic assholes in the alleyway. It’s silly and fun but also a reminder that the skills these dancers have can be both beautiful and violent. That’s when Tiny Pretty Things is at its finest.

I feel like I might both love and hate Tiny Pretty Things, which makes me feel a lot like its characters, who destroy their best friends one minute and then hold them close the next, who take turns loving and hating each other. Those seismic shifts in the characters’ allegiances are as fun as they are frustrating. On the one hand, being a teenager is full of extremes and changes, and all those are heightened here by the competitive area of ballet and the suffocation of boarding school. On the other hand, it sometimes seems like the characters on this show suffer short-term memory loss, behaving in one scene as if they’ve completely forgotten what they did in the one before it. Your enjoyment of the show will probably hinge on your tolerance for those chaotic shifts. The way I see it, that’s what ballet has done to them. Forced them to live so urgently and demandingly in the present that they struggle to see backward or forward. Then again, maybe it’s just lazy writing.

Jen Richards Sure Is a Wife Now! (Congrats Jen, We Love You!)

Jen Richards Sure Is a Wife Now! (Congrats Jen, We

Hello and welcome to No Filter! This is the place where I round up all the best gossip from Celesbian Instagram and then place them here for you! How lovely.

Here is the thing, I just straight up love clothes? And people feeling good in them?

The Wife (2017)

… this is a weird way of saying I would like Chef Melissa to be my wife while referencing the movie that bravely asked: What if there was a wife?

Highlighting your hair??? From home????? And it looks this good? Witchcraft. That’s what it is.

I simply continue to stan my aunties living out this Christmas car commercial!

Do you think George Clooney saw this and thanked her for the support? I hope so.

Not to make another The Wife (2017) reference but… what if there were two wives?

LOVE this hair and this cool ass grown up pajama set.

Love the picture, love the pun, love it all.

Until next week!

Trans kids ‘deserve support and unconditional love’

Richard Madeley seen outside the ITV Studios on August 28, 2019 in London, England.

Richard Madeley seen outside the ITV Studios on August 28, 2019 in London, England. (Getty)

Richard Madeley has said that transgender children should get “support and unconditional love.”

The former Richard & Judy presenter made the comments in his regular advice column in The Daily Telegraph after a message from Rowena, a divorced mum to a 16-year-old transgender boy.

Rowena explained that her new partner was struggling to adapt to her son’s transition, recalling: “He gets extremely upset and says that the idea repulses him. He’s said nothing to Billy’s face but he has mocked his new clothes, and he busies himself in the kitchen when I’m with Billy in the sitting room.”

The mum added: “He’s never been very forthcoming about doing things with all the kids together, but now he clams up when I suggest it, as if Billy would be a source of shame to him.”

Richard Madeley says trans teen ‘deserves support and unconditional love’

While some ‘gender critical’ activists would probably prefer to suggest packing Billy off for conversion therapy, Madeley gave the same advice we’re likely all currently shouting: dump that idiot immediately.

He wrote: “To be totally honest, the first thought that came into my mind when I finished reading your letter was: Rowena needs a new boyfriend.”

Madeley continued: “Frankly, your boyfriend needs a reality check. If your child has identified as male, he deserves support and unconditional love, not mockery about what clothes he chooses to wear and baby sulks in the kitchen.

“And even if your boyfriend’s behaviour is rooted in jealousy, not prejudice (though I suspect both are factors) do you really want to share your life with a man who resents the simple fact that you love your child?

“I believe it’s ultimatum time, Rowena. Love me, love my child. For Billy’s sake, make it crystal clear that this demand is absolutely non-negotiable.

“And if your boyfriend chooses to continue to behave like a petulant toddler, I think you know what you must do. For Billy’s sake. And your own.”

Judy Finnigan and Richard Madeley at the National Television Awards 2020
Judy Finnigan and Richard Madeley at the National Television Awards 2020 (Getty/Dave Benett)

Columnist says people need to shout at each other less on trans issues

Madeley has previously addressed trans issues via his advice column, responding diplomatically last year to a mother who recalled “a furious argument with my 25-year-old son about trans women in sport.”

He wrote: “Transgender issues are relatively new in society; they’re complex, and they’re here to stay. We should give ourselves time to consider them thoughtfully, without heat or recrimination.

“This is my advice to you and your son. Accept that each of you has the right to hold personal opinions based on the perceived evidence and, yes, on your emotional response to it. Discuss rather than argue. Try to explore the other’s point of view, without rancour.

“Be curious about the reasons you disagree, rather than angry – because if we end up shouting at each other, no one learns anything and everything gets stuck. Just look at Brexit.”

My GF and I, a lesbian couple, have made this store, we’d love to hear a feedback from you : butchlesbians

My GF and I, a lesbian couple, have made this

I like your designs but you don’t have my size (xs, i can make a small work in women’s sizes sometimes but a unisex s is way too big for me) in anything but crop tops (which just aren’t my style) and at your price point I would want a good fit so I probably wouldn’t buy anything. Idk how many tiny people there are in search of these clothes though and what access you have to sizing through your supplier/printer so manufacturing them might not be profitable.

ETA: if you ungender the categories make sure to make it clear what sizing metric each shirt uses since women’s, men’s, and unisex are not the same so people might buy a different size based on what sizing is being used. Also upon further looking you do have xs in just a couple t shirts but if i’m being real i probably would have assumed that you didn’t and not clicked on more after the first 3 i clicked if i weren’t trying to give feedback. So a way to search based on size availability would be nice

Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe Are Engaged, Love Will Never Be a Lie Again!

Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe Are Engaged, Love Will Never

Friends! Lesbians! Queers! Good Straddlers of this land! Lend me your ears! The time has finally come to declare, once and for all, that love is not a lie! And lo, it shall never be a lie again! For Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe are ENGAYGED TO BE MARRIED!

I’m sure more information will be available soon, but for now:

Bird and Rapinoe first announced their relationship in 2017. It was kind of just known, but finally someone asked Bird about it and she said, “I’m gay. Megan’s my girlfriend.” And that was that! In the nearly four years since then, they’ve become arguably the most famous lesbian couple on the planet, aided, weirdly, by Donald Trump, who took aim at Rapinoe during the 2019 World Cup, to which Bird responded with a blistering and loving essay and Rapinoe responded by… winning the World Cup. Then, this year, it was Bird’s turn to win a WNBA championship — the Seattle Storm and Bird’s fourth title — with Rapinoe by her side.

DANG I AM JUST SO GODDAMN HAPPY FOR THEM! These days are dark and this news is BRIGHT AS THE SUN THAT’S BACKLIGHTING MEGAN RAPINOE AS SHE SLIPS A RING ONTO SUE BIRD’S HAND! The only thing that could make me happier than this is confirmation that Rapinoe, like Ashlyn Harris, will wear sparkly soccer socks and a shorts tux at her wedding.


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Lost letters reveal JM Barrie said ‘I love you’ to Robert Louis Stevenson

Lost letters reveal JM Barrie said 'I love you' to Robert Louis Stevenson

J.M. Barrie writing letters to his great friend Robert Louis Stevenson at his desk in Adelphi Terrace House. (Sotheby’s via Getty Images)

Never-seen-before letters reveal JM Barrie telling Robert Louis Stevenson “I have discovered that I love you” – and the only possible explanation is that they were “the greatest of friends”.

It’s the first time that the letters from Peter Pan author Barrie to Stevenson have been read, after they were discovered in a dusty box of letters in an archive at Yale University.

The pair started writing to each other in 1892; they were both Scottish, but Stevenson, who was older and had already published Treasure Island when they began talking, lived on the island of Samoa to improve his health.

A year into their friendship, Barrie wrote to him: “To be blunt I have discovered (have suspected it for some time) that I love you, and if you had been a woman…” The rest of the sentence is unfinished.

After Stevenson died in 1894, his letters to JM Barrie were published. But Barrie’s side of the correspondence has been lost for more than a century. His letters, some of which run to 3,000 words long, include a declaration of love, wishing that he would meet Stevenson (the two never did meet), and fantasising that the pair were actually distantly related in order to open up to Stevenson about his close relationship with his mother.

Sounds to us exactly like the letters two heterosexual men would write to each other. Dr Michael Shaw, the University of Stirling lecturer who discovered the new letters and will soon publish a book about them called A Friendship in Letters, told the Observer that the friendship between Barrie and Stevenson had inspired Peter Pan.

“What’s revealed in these letters – and it took me a while to discover the full extent of this – is the influence that both Stevenson and the correspondence have on Barrie,” said Shaw. “In reading over Barrie’s works, I started to see allusions to the letters and to Stevenson that I hadn’t noticed before.

“He’s incorporating aspects of the correspondence into his own works, into his poetry and novels, and their friendship is also inspiring his works.

“I think what JM Barrie is saying is: if I can never meet Stevenson, because he has unfortunately died, then I want to create the opportunity for our characters to meet.

“I think he liked that idea that they could occupy the same world, and could potentially bump into each other.”

While we will never know what Barrie’s intentions were, with the declarations of love and everything, gay Twitter did not hesitate to recognise the queer yearning nor claim the literary pair as a historical gay romance.

“Victorian male author writer to Victoria male author ‘I want to fuck you’ (in Victorian),” one Twitter user wrote. “‘Deep respect’ is one way of putting it, I suppose.”

“Let people be queer,” another added.

It is not the first time that LGBT+ history has been erased from under our noses.

Last year, two ancient Roman skeletons that had been buried holding hands and were nicknamed the “Lovers of Modena’” were downgraded to “siblings or cousins or soldiers who died together in battle” once archaeologists discovered that both the skeletons were men.

And scientists were baffled again last year, when they realised there was a “female” skeleton in a historically all-male monastic republic in Greece.

Researchers were stumped. How could a “female” have gotten into the byzantine chapel?

Yet again, it took a number of Twitter users to point out that trans people have existed throughout history and the possibility that the person was trans should not be crossed out.

You can tell a gay man with a love of bathhouses wrote this movie. We’re ok with that. / Queerty

You can tell a gay man with a love of

Welcome to Screen Gems, our weekend dive into queer and queer-adjacent titles of the past that deserve a watch or a rewatch.

The Steamer: Nightbreed

Clive Barker may have scored a hit with Hellraiser. He made have made his best movie in Lord of Illusions (also one of our pics for Screen Gems). For his most imaginative cinematic experience, however, look no further than Nightbreed, Barker’s horror-fantasy epic with a very troubled production history.

Nightbreed follows the adventure of uber hunk Aaron Boone (Craig Sheffer), a man plagued by visions of a lost city called Midian. He appeals to his psychiatrist Dr. Decker (David Cronenberg, best known as the director of Scanners and The Fly), who suggests Aaron has fallen into psychosis, and that his visions mask his moonlight activities as a masked serial killer. In reality, though, Dr. Decker is the real killer, using Aaron to take the fall for his crimes.

Aaron seeks out Midian, and discovers a real underground city populated by Nightbreed–a society of magical monsters. Like vampires, should a Nightbreed bite a human, the human will become Nightbreed as well…which is exactly what happens to Aaron. From there, Aaron’s girlfriend Lori (Anne Bobby) races Dr. Decker and a monster-hunting priest (Malcolm Smith) to find Aaron and protect Midian from destruction at the hands of religious zealots and sadistic cops.

Like all of Barker’s work, Nightbreed teems with sexuality and thinly-veiled queer characters. The most horrific moment in the film–and actually, the most moving–concerns an obviously gay Nightbreed and his pet terrier. Moreover, the winding, dim and occasionally steamy corridors of Midian feel like a Steamworks maze (Barker has some experience with bathhouses…we’re guessing), while the tribal community of the Breed–complete with physical transformations and overt eroticism–is also an obvious analog for the LGBTQ community. Given that the monsters are the real heroes of the movie, we take that as a compliment.

Nightbreed underwent massive and stupid cuts when it debuted back in 1990. Fortunately, the film has had a proper Director’s Cut restoration on Blu-Ray, which reinserts 40 minutes of deleted footage including an alternate ending. Queer (in every sense of the word), flawed, but always inspired, Nightbreed makes for perfect Halloween viewing.

Streams on Amazon, Peacock, Shudder & iTunes.

It’s okay, we are still here for you, and we will still love you : actuallesbians

It’s okay, we are still here for you, and we

A place for discussions for and by cis and trans lesbians, bisexual girls, chicks who like chicks, bi-curious folks, dykes, butches, femmes, girls who kiss girls, birls, bois, aces, LGBT allies, and anyone else interested! Our subreddit is named r/actuallesbians because r/lesbians is not really for or by lesbians–it was meant to be a joke. We’re not a militant or exclusive group, so feel free to join up!