It’s been a spell since my last post here and because I’m sometimes asked to confirm the following, let’s go ahead and do it: I’m still around, still cranky, still gay.
I appreciate that even now, readers encourage me to revive the blog, which for the past many years has been preserved as a (hopefully) mildly interesting time capsule of Internet life before everyone and their grandma identified as part of the LGBTQIA+ community.
For the curiosity-seekers, yes, I still write, though I prefer to keep that work separate from this. And no, I will not hate-watch (or otherwise watch) the new L Word, which would have to work very hard to be even half as bad as the original. [2022 update: I’m reliably informed the new L Word was unwatchable, so kudos to the hacks behind it for managing to screw up such an easy assignment.]
Will I ever bring this particular blog back? I don’t know. The closest I’ve come was last year, during A Star is Born mania, when I had some very pressing thoughts on the 1976 remake and Kris Kristofferson in particular. But, like Jon Peters’ influence on Barbra’s career, the moment passed.
Cranky Lesbian is a disgruntled homosexual with too much time on her hands. Click for film reviews or to follow on Instagram.