These ‘Degrassi’ Queer Couples Still Have Our Heart
‘Degrassi’ was ahead of its time, providing the lesbian and queer representation we needed.
‘Degrassi’ was ahead of its time, providing the lesbian and queer representation we needed.
Revisit the tender kiss that started it all.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: Our breath fought the frost and we pulled at each other needfully.
A tall drag queen with mascara running in a jagged line down her cheek sang in a rich baritone. I knew the song well, the same one I sang with a maverick group of angels, as we surrounded a pyre of burning draft files in 1969, gripping our fear, as the police sirens approached. We shall overcome. We shall overcome someday.
Modern lovers pining for the one who got away, take heart: Even Hollywood’s greatest lesbian romantic was dealt an unrequited hand.
Cue “You Should See Me In A Crown” by Billie Eilish.
Love is love, and us lesbians definitely have some of the biggest hearts out there.
It was heaven; it was musical nirvana; it was Marie’s Crisis.
“F*ck my rainbow wristband. F*ck my tomboy underwear. I was a fraud. And surely these people could tell.”
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You’ve heard of goat yoga…but what about a lesbian llama wedding?
Last November, Corona was a beer, you only saw facemasks at the dentist, and dyke nightlife was popping off all around the world.
Slaying all the bad guys (and the patriarchy, while we’re at it).
All I’m asking for is *one* date, Carmen.
Something just *clicked.*
Bonus: no one dies in a swimming pool.
Now, I ALWAYS kiss on the first date. Just to make sure I don’t fall for another rough tongue.
Have you ever been so heartbroken, you don’t recognize yourself or where you are or who you’re with?
I’m a desert Jew with eyebrows like caterpillars and arms so hairy you can’t make out the complexion of my skin beneath the thick brush.
Nightlife is a serious art form.
A New York nightmare.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: I’ve googled her name countless times, but to no avail.
Under my punk-standard-issue Carhartt pants (the same sorts of pants my best friends’ boyfriends unironically wore all through high school), was a tattoo with lyrics from my favorite Garth Brooks song.
“Your mom’s a dyke, and you’re going to be just like her.”
To my knowledge, my mother has never read Emily Dickinson, but back then, when it came to crafting a response, she taught me to “tell the truth but tell it slant.”
A gorgeous mess.
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I’ve spent a lot of time chasing straight chicks. I spent the longest time on H.
You played 7 Minutes In Heaven at an all-girls sleepover.
Kissing in the blue dark, drunk and I am seeing stars…
You CAN die of embarrassment. TRUST ME. Just listen to a lesbian sex anthem in front of your parents.
Who doesn’t love lesbian drama?
Let’s cross our fingers she makes an appearance in the reboot!
“…Hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.”
Bette and Tina’s pool was only three feet deep…
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