Posts from Tasteful Rude

Elizabeth Hall is a full-time lover and a part-time writer. She is the author of the chapbook Two Essays and the book I HAVE DEVOTED MY LIFE TO THE CLITORIS, a Lambda Literary Award Finalist. Bett Williams’ memoir THE WILD KINDNESS: A PSILOCYBIN ODYSSEY is all about the search.

We notice ourselves in the villainesses of these stories, antiquated and avant-garde alike. We see ourselves in these evil women because they have taken their cues from us. Queers. Brown women. Black women. We know it when we look at them. They’re tall, dark, and hairy, just like us. Centuries of not-so-subtle racist and queerphobic caricatures tend to distinguish themselves like that.

Through personal narrative, journalist, survivor, and activist Shiori Ito examines rape culture in Japan.

Like many policies and decisions implemented by this administration, the suspension will adversely affect Nigeria’s economy. It will also harm the country’s prospects for tech advancement and international collaboration. Activist movements will face disruption.

“A chick who smokes a lot of weed” ranks as Urban Dictionary’s top definition for a delicious and underused word: marijuanera. Still, though this explanation is on point, UD’s sample sentence, “dat bitch is a straight up marijuanera,” paints a less than holistic picture of this hazy figure. Enter Mala Muñoz. Mala is, without a doubt, a Chicana who smokes her fair share of mota.

The most interesting mystery novels don’t announce themselves as such. There is no murder to solve or culprit to apprehend. Rather, events which have no obvious explanation unfold and an air of ambiguity surrounds them. Kiese Laymon’s novel "Long Division" belongs to this category of mystery.

The Accidental President recycles the same tired messages that media pundits have been repeating since 2015.

There is no natural disaster in "Executive Order," a new Brazilian film starring Alfred Enoch, but the world is ending all the same. Centering on three Black people and a distinctly Black perspective, the film takes on human-made disaster, effectively eviscerating white power structures and narratives along the way.

In this excerpt from Chris Rice’s hardboiled memoir, an artist dumps her boozehound bankrupt boyfriend, steals what is rightfully hers, herself, and retreats to Venice, California.

I was embarrassed to admit I'd been sexually assaulted. It hadn’t really been anything, but it had been giving me nightmares, his lips forming the words, “Your mouth is saying no, but your body is saying yes.” I was someone who was very comfortable, very open, about her sexuality and having sex. Why would the way he acted make my skin crawl for so long after he did it?

What is gayness if it isn’t visible via purchases? What is safety if it isn’t sanctioned by the consumer state? Without Target gay gear, many celebrants would be left indistinguishable from the average heterosexual white dude.

After a gang unit stopped my 14 year old cousin for driving in a stolen hoopty, they took her to Eastlake Juvenile Hall and handed her over to a new abuser: a cop. This series is published in weekly installments and you are about to begin EPISODE III.

PART TWO: “NO RESPECT!” In the summer of 1990, my 14-year-old prima traveled from city to country. Desiree took the same method of transportation my grandma Arcelia used to get from México to us, the bus, and by the time my cousin clambered aboard that northbound coach, a new family had secretly claimed her.