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Weapons, Freakier Fridays, and the Death Rattle of Sydney Sweeney’s Americana
The box office has once again delivered its weekend sermon, and America, faithful parishioner that it is, dutifully attended services with popcorn in hand. We were given horror, we were given nostalgia, we were given Bob Odenkirk with bruised knuckles, and—because capitalism cannot function without a sacrificial lamb—we were given Sydney Sweeney’s Americana quietly smothered
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Netflix Giveth, Netflix Taketh Away: A Funeral March for the Shows We Loved
The streaming economy is nothing if not biblical: seven years of plenty, seven years of famine, seven executives screaming “cut costs!” while canceling your comfort show. And so, on August 17, Netflix opened the velvet curtain to reveal the latest mass grave of content. FUBAR? Dead. The Residence? Evicted. Pulse? Flatline. The Recruit? Dishonorably discharged.
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Making Myself Little: A Queer Fairy Tale That Refuses to Shrink
Discover Making Myself Little today, and step into a reimagined fairy tale where a mer-prince doesn’t silence himself for love, but instead learns to breathe, belong, and remain whole. This story is part of my Faeries Tell series, where familiar tales get rewritten with honesty, tenderness, and unapologetic queerness. You can also explore more of
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Trump, Putin, and the Great Peace That Isn’t
There’s a reason dictators love photo ops. Nothing says “progress” like two men at a podium refusing to answer questions while the world burns just outside the frame. The Aug. 15 Alaska summit was billed as historic. Spoiler: it wasn’t. There was no ceasefire, no agreement, no breakthrough. Just Trump beaming like a middle schooler
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My Books – The Song Beneath the Noise
An author’s catalog as orchestra: memoir’s drums, satire’s brass, thriller strings, romance woodwinds, speculative jazz—all carrying one refrain: survival, queerness, resilience. Explore the full lineup on the Amazon Author Page; binge via Kindle Unlimited, including a three-month trial. Different genres, same heartbeat: stories that outsing noise and insist on hope.
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The Parasocial Comfort Blanket: Why SmartLess Owns My Brain
It’s not easy to admit that the most stable relationship in my life right now involves three middle-aged white men who don’t know I exist. And yet, here I am, another hopelessly devoted listener of SmartLess, the podcast where Jason Bateman, Will Arnett, and Sean Hayes invite celebrity guests, mispronounce each other’s words, interrupt constantly,
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The Gospel According to Hemlines: My Love Affair with Project Runway
They can reboot it. They can move it between networks like a foster child. They can shuffle judges until only Nina Garcia remains, sipping her martini of silent judgment. And still, I will watch. Because when the lights go up, the music kicks in, and some poor designer mutters “please don’t fall apart” as their…
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Democracy, Sushi, and the Border Patrol: A California Tragedy in Three Acts
This wasn’t just an optics mess. It was the full collision of American contradictions: California progressivism on stage, federal authoritarianism in the wings, and a museum built on history’s wounds forced into a cameo role. But Newsom understood the assignment. Trump may love chaos, but Newsom knows how to surf it. And on that plaza…
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Thank You, Sex and the City, For Our Collective Delusion
In 2025, thanking Sex and the City is like thanking your problematic aunt who once let you skip school and drive her car: you know she was reckless, sometimes infuriating, occasionally offensive, but she also taught you freedom before she taught you regret. We thank it because it let queer men, single women, divorced people,…
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The American Dream Was Always an HOA Scam
The American Dream was never a promise; it was a performance. A stage set that looked believable until the lights flickered and the backstage was exposed—cheap plywood, unpaid labor, and a cast list missing half the country. MAGA wants to dim the lights again, to sell the illusion one more time. But illusions don’t pay…