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KITTENS! Did you miss me? I missed you! So much! Like crazy! I had an aces vacation though. I got to see Italy for the very first time. I got to wade into the Mediterranean Sea for the very first time. I ate pretty much every carb I could find across five countries. I learned that instead of exchanging our worthless dollars for Euros, Americans should just bring suitcases full of Converse and Coca-Cola to barter with instead. And, of course, I took lots and lots of pictures. Pictures of the beautiful Tuscan landscape. Pictures of the impossibly azure water. Pictures of food, glorious food. And, yes, even a few pictures of myself. (If you’re so inclined, you can catch a few of my holiday snaps over at Ms. Snarker Regrets.) What I learned is that taking good pictures is hard and that I should probably stick to this word thing. But that’s not to dissuade others from lifting a lens. And, if the lady behind said lens happens to be lovely herself – like the luscious Rosario Dawson – well, all the better. Say cheese, darlings.
Light, camera, drool.
My what a big…lens you have. Yes, lens, definitely lens.
This is exactly how I looked reviewing my vacation pictures in the hotel room. And by “exactly,” I mean that I too had a suitcase and a camera.
Some Kristens seen perennially sunny in front of a camera.
Some do not.
Oh, Helena, if I was wearing that outfit I’d insist on being the one behind the camera as well.
There should, however, be some sort of law that Penelope only gets to be on the receiving end of a camera lens.
Where’d she go? Remember when she was everywhere?
Hey, it’s Thursday. And nothing says, “Welcome back from vacation,” like a little Gender Fuck.
Admit it, things seem classier in black and white. So what might look like just a naked lady in color will look like an artistic naked lady in black and white. Such is the power of the monochrome. So then we feel a little better about ogling because, you know, the art and culture and stuff. Just look at Kristin Scott Thomas pulling her best Joan of Arc. That’s not just classy nakedness, it’s historical. Black and white can turn “nekkid” back to “naked.” Wait, is that a good thing? Regardless, a little black and white is exactly what is in order this Monday, to help turn make might otherwise be NSFW into a refined collection of semi-nude portraiture. Or, at least, that’s what you can tell your boss.
I just finished watching season 3 of “True Blood” and Jessica was criminally, criminally underused. Criminally so.
Hot. Gay. Hot some more.
No one wears scarves better than French women.
The curve of a woman’s back is one of the ways we know we live in a benevolent universe.
The round of a woman’s bum is another.
Let’s make it a rule that all women named “Charlotte” need to get naked today.
Rosario isn’t nude. But she’s not wearing pants either. Totally counts.
Yeah, so no wonder Santana is doing everything she can do to win Brittany back.
I’ve always had a thing for Rosario Dawson. She has such magnificent architecture to her face. Volumes could be written on her jaw line alone. The rest of her architecture is pretty damn amazing, too. Ahem. I first saw her, as many first saw her, in 1995’s “Kids.” That movie was so deeply disturbing I left with my friends and we consoled ourselves for hours with copious amounts of cheese and beer. Jesus, the movie was fucked up. But there’s nothing fucked up about Rosario. On screen she projects a fantastically spunky and refreshingly fun persona. Also, gosh, she’s bendy. While I admit to having only seen about a handful of her films, she has managed to stand out in almost everything. (Yes, even “Alexander.” But then it’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re wrestling around naked.) She graces the cover of the German GQ this month, reminding us all of her undeniable magnificence. Each time I see her, I wonder anew why she isn’t a bigger star. I mean, that face – and, you know, other stuff. Happy weekend, all.
The beauty of the tank top is multifold. Form-fitting, sheer, cool, hot, practical, clingy. It is many things in many ways to many people. But one of its near-magical qualities is its ability to transform the wearer. It’s not about looks, though it does look great, but more about attitude. Sometimes when a woman puts on a tank top her shoulders straighten, her jaw sets, her eyes focus. She has a swagger. She no longer cares about being soft. In short, she butches up a bit. It’s hot as hell. Don’t believe me? Well, that’s why I always bring along photographic evidence.
Hey, lots of pretty ladies in lots of pretty dresses hugged each other last night! Oh, and they also handed out some awards. And some really pretty ladies in really pretty dresses won them! Really, the theme for the night was, “Go pretty ladies in pretty dresses!” Or, slightly less reductive, “Hooray for women in entertainment who have reached the pinnacle of their professional careers all the while breaking down barriers and making history.” In pretty dresses. And with that, it’s time for the very special Oscar edition of Straight Gals* Acting Like Gay Gals. (*With the exception of Jodie, of course. Also, jury’s still out on K-Stew. Edit: And, I know, they played mom and daughter. All of this is clearly make believe.)
Elizabeth looks a little like she pulled down the left strap to Tina’s dress. I like how she thinks.
If Oprah’s hand was one inch closer, Gayle would be sooo jealous.
Mostly Demi is just a Straight Gal Acting Like a Drunk Gal. But that’s how many a SGALGG moment starts off. Remember college?
Meryl just asking a very pregnant Amy, “It’s not mine, is it?”
Sandy thanked, “my lover, Meryl” and called her “SUCH a good kisser.” So kiss her, you fool.
Look, Meryl, if you don’t kiss Sandy soon Helen will. You snooze, you lose.
Sigourney has just told Anna how they would earn their Mile High Club membership if they were both “Up in the Air.”
Amanda is letting Miley down easy here. A gal’s got to have standards, you know.
How much do you want to jump in between that soon-to-be sandwich?
Barbra to Kathryn: “Darling, you’re like buttah.”
Nothing SGALGG-y here, just thought the GGs reading might enjoy the fact that both these ladies mistakenly thought they were going to the Golden Globes. Ahem.
Lover’s quarrel.
Awww shucks, you guys, you’ve done it again. Thanks to you, I’m up for another Lezzy Award for 2009 Best Lesbian Entertainment/ Lesbian Culture Blog. The Lezzys (started in 2008 as the Lesbian Blog of the Year Award) are handed out annually by The Lesbian Lifestyle. Those of you’ve who’ve hung around here long enough might recall that I’ve been lucky enough to win the last two years (2007 Lesbian Blog of the Year & 2008 Best Entertainment/Overall Lesbian Blog of the Year honors).Also nominated in my category are Autostraddle and Fit for a Femme. The former is the glossy girl-on-girl culture chronicles of Riese and her homosexy staff (not to mention their intern army of, like, zillions). The latter is the chronicles of the daily fashion choices of, you guessed it, a Femme. Both are fabulous, both are formidable.
So many well-known and equally great blogs are up for awards in other categories this year that instead of picking and choosing, I’m just going to go straight (but not in that way) ticket and promote fellow Team AfterEllen nominees. For Humor, Grace the Spot. For Parenting, Mombian. For Lifetime Achievement, the mother ship, AfterEllen.
Now, onto the mushy stuff. Since I started this blog in 2006, I’ve been continually humbled by all of your support, encouragement and generosity. Clearly, I don’t write this site for awards (though, let’s not lie, who doesn’t like to win things). Instead I write it because a) sleep is for suckers and b) if I couldn’t write my head would explode and c) you’ve made it such a wonderful place to keep coming back to. People grouse all the time, and rightfully so, about what passes for discourse online these days. But I feel forever fortunate that together, we’ve been able to carve out a space that is overwhelmingly civil, respectful and engaged. I never take that for granted, ever.
OK, OK. I’ve put away my Kleenex. This is, after all, a competition. So here comes the nitty gritty:
So, vote early and vote often, like an old-school Chicago politician. As fantastic as it would be to win again, what I’m most pleased about is that The Lesbian Lifestyle (and its founded Kelly, aka goldstardyke) keeps running these awards to recognize the wonderful diversity and depth of gay women on the web.
But, just to show you I do have some competitive spirit (I sucked at sports, this is my only shot), I’m going to sweeten the pot by running a contest. If you forward me a copy of your confirmation email, you’ll be entered in a contest to win either the complete season five DVD of “Weeds” or a review copy of the Indigo Girls double CD, “Poseidon and the Bitter Bug.” See:
The more you vote, the more times you are entered. And don’t worry, you don’t even have to vote for me to be eligible (confirmation emails don’t show who you voted for, so I’ll never know). Yes, I’ll even send it overseas out of my own pocket if someone abroad gets picked. Win or lose, that’s a thank you from me to you. Oh, and just to show how really, really competitive I am, this is also a thank you from me to you. Enjoy.

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