Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist, whose "Lez Miserable" column appears weekly on the New Statesman website.
Stars of the London drag scene on performing for mainstream audiences, offending feminists, and why everyone’s genitalia is funny to look at.
From astrology-based Tinder profiles to retail assistants masquerading as whimsical shop spirits, the city that never sleeps no longer has any self-awareness.
Spider Season seems to get more intense every year. Either I’m shrinking, or the spiders are growing.
I'm not one to believe in the invisible sky person, but even I sometimes wonder whether I might be going to Hell.
It’s our job to play down the, “I’m pissy and want chocolate because I’m getting my period” thing as much as possible.
The feminist activist and writer Esther Broner called Judaism's old patriarchal order into question by writing her own women's ceremony for Passover.
Niceness is underrated.
They have orange squash and discuss Iran. This is our future, folks.
As women exploring their sexual fluidity is on the increase, spare a thought for us straightforward, “homonormative” lesbians.
I’ve been a grown-up public crier pretty much since reaching adulthood. But it hasn’t got any easier.
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