Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist, whose "Lez Miserable" column appears weekly on the New Statesman website.
It’s actually quite scary.
In a proudly low budget production, soundtracked by an instrumental version of “We Wish You A Merry Christmas”, a middle aged woman says, “I’m bisexual and I always find something I love at Robert Dyas”.
Either the “US presidential hopeful” is Tilda Swinton in a very convincing skin suit, or we’re all doomed.
If the film was made in a more utopian 2003, this is what it would have looked like.
The upcoming Cate Blanchett vehicle, Carol, is already being feted as a lesbian blockbuster. I should be excited, and yet it just makes me feel sweaty.
The evolution of racial, homophobic and transphobic slurs is a good insight into the uncomfortable relationship between prejudice and language.
I don’t want her help.
What’s wrong with “questioning” or “curious”? Curious is fine.
The Latvian illustrator Signe Baumane, who has made a funny animated film about depression, discusses her family history of mental illness, and being put in a Soviet mental institution.
Baby girls seem to bear the brunt of the crazy celebrity name tradition. As if, as women, they won't have enough trouble being taken seriously in life.
From Trump to Brexit, the world is changing fast - and we need intelligent, incisive journalism more than ever.
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