Love, sex, weddings, and marriage for feminists, the LGBTQ community, & woke folk.
If you’re someone who like me, walks through the world with arms outstretched, ready to take anything from a shady look to the overthrow of a foreign government personally, the ascent of La La Land is especially offensive. Among white Hollywood nostalgics and the theater kids who will someday become them, it is widely believed that La La Land is somehow deserving of the award we aim to bestow each year upon the very best film in the world. That this might be the outcome of the awards would be an egregious misstep on the part of the Academy, serving only to make the institution less culturally relevant than it already is.
There have been an awful lot of people on the Internet lately denying themselves the unadulterated joy of summer in February, so I’m here with a counterpoint: This weather is fucking awesome and I’m not sorry.
A few facts:
It’s 69 degrees.
The human race is finished.
I've never believed in love in first sight until I saw her. You know that butterfly-in-your-stomach, hair-standing-on-the-back-of-your-neck feel? We met in high school while she played basketball, and I was a cheerleader. I couldn't keep my eyes off her during basketball games. It went on for years, and I just couldn't find the words to tell her how I felt until years later. I woke up one day and said I'm going to finally let her know how I feel.
Bethany Frazier will be leading workshops on astrology and lunar phases at Woo Woo Weekend. She is the creator of an all-natural product line, Maven Made, and she leads retreats and workshops through You.Are.Venus.
February brings an onslaught of pink and heart-shaped paraphernalia we are instructed to want. Although I can specifically recall walking into a drugstore and very earnestly coveting the teddy bear nearly as tall as me, I’m generally quite wary of token gifts. I know that had that enormous teddy bear entered my home he would have been almost immediately re-homed elsewhere. And that, likely, after a succession of re-homings, would have ended up in a landfill. (Although when it comes to stuffed creatures, I suppose, who knows? I have a now-cyclopian spherical sheep that my dad bought for me at the hospital gift shop on the day I was born, and he’s not going anywhere.)
Born in Oregon and raised in the Northwest and in the Midwest, I never saw much diversity. As a result, I always saw my skin color and hair as something to be ashamed of—something I should try to hide, cover up, straighten, or make to align more with the American standard of beauty. As I’ve grown up, I’ve slowly started to embrace who I am, kinky hair and all. In a classically modern wedding setting, I wanted to showcase that journey of self discovery with a sleek, elegant, and beautifully natural bride of color.
Meet Shawnee Custalow of A Lovely Photo, a queer wedding photographer in Richmond, Virginia, who approaches weddings with curiosity and delight.
Once upon a time, a gentleman caller asked my grandpa for my aunt's hand in marriage. Grandpa asked him what he thought about my aunt working after marriage, and the dude said he hadn't thought of it. My grandpa kindly redirected the frat boy to suggest that he might want to talk to my aunt more before he proposed to her.
These two are incredibly in love. From their tearful first look to their romantic vows, Robie and Shaun's wedding took our breath away. Their reception was definitely a celebration of both their cultures and the support of their loved ones. There was even a Filipino Candle Dance and a choreographed number straight out of Bollywood! What an awesome night!
Welcome back to The Bachelor, the show where four women risk it all by giving their home address to a near-stranger who might become their husband.This is the hometown episode, and it starts in Hoxie, Arkansas, which I can’t help but suspect is not actually Raven’s hometown or, really, anybody’s hometown.