I loved reading the article “We’ve Reached Peak Gay Sluttines,” but I wonder how this peak commodification of sluttiness is shaping and evolving in non-metropolitan areas? While we may revel in our sluttiness being commodified, a necessary critique is absent.
Seeing Charli XCX perform "So I" and "So I Remix" reminds me of Josh Leston-Chambers' "Preface: Manifesto of A Communist Party" in "After the Party" as a way to remember our loved ones and continue resurrecting them through performance and ritual
Loved the film Sinners, by Ryan Coogler, especially what we can think about freedom in terms of the mythic beings, and through music. At the same time, it is so silly when we see the absence of queerness in the scenes occurring within the juke joint.