Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist, whose "Lez Miserable" column appears weekly on the New Statesman website.
The agonising minutes spent figuring out my mistake paired beautifully with hard, low wisdom tooth throbs.
Saying “homophobia is bad” and pretending to care about LGBT progress is exceptionally easy, and Tories are getting better and better at it.
Paying for payback time.
When it comes to who the hell I’m going to vote for in 2020, I can’t help feeling that I have to choose which is more important: my Jewishness or my leftness.
There’s a quiet sadness to being a bike-hating dyke.
Being a man who is Ted Cruz is a good start.
Men inexplicably wore hats and women thought they fancied that guy from The Kooks. It was a dark time.
How are we ever going to afford to procreate, anyway?
This film, in which witches actually exist and aren’t just torture-addled fantasies, has surprisingly feminist themes.
“Nothing to see here folks. Just some gal pals drinking Baileys and chatting about Ryan Gosling’s abs.”
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