Brennan Bogert

Furman’s songs have always followed queer characters, outcasts, and tired and desperate people with haunted heads. When I felt aimless, her songs were a compass. When I felt so disconnected from the earth that I would float away, her songs were an anchor.

“We’re not afraid to be queer and different. / If that means hell, well hell we’ll take the chance. / They’re all so straight, uptight, upright, and rigid. They march in lockstep; we prefer to dance. / We see a world of romance and pleasure. All they can see is sheer banality. Lavender night, our greatest treasure, where we can be just who we want to be.”

Her Mouth A Door, After Which / There Is Another Door

“I would lay on the bare floor of the cell, and there was no light in there. So the only light you’re seeing was a little bit of light from under your door. I would get on the floor and start singing that song. It gave me a little bit of hope again. It made me realize I could dream.”

“I was more afraid when I went out to clubs, dressed in drag, than I was when I was befriending a drug dealer or up in some apartment buying for the NYPD, with no gun or shield. I would’ve rather been found dead, in some dumpster, because a dealer found out I was a cop than been busted in drag.”

It’s a new dimension where we live well and dance. It’s a queer, colorful world; it’s just one person short. 

SOPHIE, a staple of queer dance parties and avant-garde playlists, has died at the age of 34. According to a statement from her label, Transgressive & Future Classic, Sophie Xeon “had climbed up to watch the full moon and accidentally slipped and fell.” 

“To all trans people who deal with harassment, self-loathing, abuse and threat of violence every day: I see you, I love you and I will do everything I can change this world for the better.”  

“We are so much more than our sadness.” 

“Keep On” is all the imaginative capacity of the internet and all the solitude of airplane mode.

“Maybe a fire will come, maybe a war, maybe death or loss of mind, but today was good.”

There are many moments when the Last of Us Part II asks the player to do something she doesn’t want to do.

I want to be both things.

For forty minutes I was able to forget New York’s shelter-in-place order and the dim glow of my own apartment’s overhead lighting.

The most erotic shot of an armpit we’ve ever seen.

The orange to cancel the old blue of my chin. The concealer and all the cakey foundation I misapplied. I never got used to mascara. But now, looking at my eyes, lined and primed by my mother, I see myself.

At Jacob Riis beach, I feel less alone.

“I will name names. I will be explicit.”

Pride is over, but queer poetry never ends.

Get inspired by these amazing trans originators.

“Wow, what would it be like if I grew up and got to listen to someone at Britney Spears’s level who was overtly singing about girls?”

Spoiler alert: they’re all gay AF.

Here it is, the absolutely 100 percent scientific list of Tegan and Sara albums ranked by lesbianism.

“Young people who are gay and talk to old gay people, this is just occurring.”

Remember queer and trans desire and joy.

Don’t let your definitions be changed.

For a horrifying time.

“Tomorrow will be your last day,” he said, “it has nothing to do with you.”

The real fact is that trans lesbians have been around forever.

Healthcare, like every other political issue is an LGBTQ issue.

Queer people love slam poetry so much because it’s just like us.

When those three little words are too hard to say, these poets have your back.

Lesbian poets are writing and fighting the white male canon while producing amazing works of art.

Sometimes I want to be femme. Other times, I’m sure I’m a tough punk-butch.