Oh if you don't have Hulu but you do have four hours, may I recommend the audiobook of Harriet Tubman Live In Concert, the new novel by Bob the Drag Queen, narrated by the author, including two original songs. Not sexy but very funny and moving.

This has been your doomscroll interruption moment, celebrating femme sexual pleasure and power.

If you watch nothing else, watch Robby Hoffman as she lovingly tops Michelle Williams. It'll make your life better.

I may be the only person on earth to cry with joy at hearing sex described as a "nonlinear emergent phenomenon" on tv but, Esco Jouléy, if you're listening, fucking thank you.

Deep in the lockdown I consulted with the writers on some of the sexuality aspects of the story, and I am very proud and moved by the way they integrated my bits of science into the story to make it feminist and true to the experience of a trauma survivor.

Why is it so hard for cis journalists to write about trans people in a way that assumes trans people exist and are people?

That's a rhetorical question, I know why, please don't explain it, I'm just enraged.