Situated in an ordinary stripmall next to a Payless Shoes in Santa Fe, New Mexico, Fanny’s Hideaway is nicknamed The Only Lesbian Bar in the Desert. A sandwich chalkboard reading “Yes, we’re still open! (Cash Only)” stands outside. Inside, owner Debbie Barley, a hardy 62 year old Queens native in cargo shorts, sanitizes the bar in preparation for tonight’s event, a fundraiser to pay the rent.
From catching bread in the tennis locker room to slinging philly cheese puss between Dana and Alice’s strap, the UTI’s from the L Word are vast and large, cumulating from ridiculous sex, lesbian drama, and toy swapping Tuesdays. If you’re a real carpet nibbler, you’ll easily identify all six UTI’s from The L Word.
In their petition, the butts have recounted the long, hard hours they work onset, for zero pay and with no pants-break. While their human actor counterparts receive thousands per episode, they show up in every-other-frame, for free. They also cited the long history of exploited butt labor in shows like Bridgerton, Euphoria, Oz, and more. They hope to be trailblazers for other butts to come.
Radio stations often award donors with household items emblazoned with their logo, both as a gesture of gratitude for new and upgrading members and a source of word-of-mouth advertising. The gifts range from coffee mugs to umbrellas, but the most popular item remains the canvas tote bag.
Like many queers, Aimee believes that to be queer is inherently political. But like many queers, she is chronically late. This is a trend anthropologist Justin Gorfman has studied in recent years: “Gay people are ready to fight for what they believe in, but like in 5 minutes,” they wrote, apologizing for only responding after a third request for comment.