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Why Sabrina Carpenter’s “Busy Woman” is a Problematic Pop Girl Anthem

If you’re constantly on the internet like I am, then you know Sabrina Carpenter had her rise to fame this past year. A former Disney star turned pop icon, Sabrina really gained her popularity when she opened for Taylor Swift on the Eras Tour and released her sixth studio album Short n’ Sweet. 

Sabrina recently released the deluxe version of this album with the following songs: “15 Minutes,” “Please Please Please (feat. Dolly Parton),” “Couldn’t Make It Any Harder,” “Busy Woman” and “Bad Reviews.” As much as these are pop bangers, one stood out to me for the wrong reasons. 

Now, don’t get it twisted. I am a Sabrina Carpenter fan, so much so that I’ve seen her twice in concert. I am a bigger fan of her fifth album Emails I Can’t Send, which I think has a more diverse track list, where the theme of her most recent album is simply…horny. And listen, I love a sexy pop song as much as the next gal, but I can only relate to singing “I’m so fucking horny” so much.

However, Sabrina’s song “Busy Woman” is full of lyrics that made me raise an eyebrow. This song got popular very quickly, and I’ve seen a lot of people listening to it and enjoying it online and in real life. But, being the English major and feminist that I am, I found it necessary to sit down and talk about this song and why I have an issue with it. 

Sabrina Carpenter is most known for her silly, dirty lyrics full of funny lines and innuendos. “Busy Woman” is no exception, though I do think she was trying too hard to be funny with these bonus tracks. I also think it’s important to note that Sabrina is an incredibly conventionally attractive, blonde, heterosexual woman. It’s not that surprising that she is so famous. The media loves to boost the ideal person into stardom, and Sabrina definitely has that look. She also presents herself in an incredibly feminine way. She shows off her body, wears skimpy outfits, and does sex positions on stage. However, there’s duality to this disposition. On the one hand, Sabrina is presenting herself in a very heteronormative way. She’s a pretty blonde woman singing about having sex with men. What’s new? However, she’s also singing explicitly about her sexuality and celebrating it, showing off her body in what you could argue is in an empowering way.

Anyway, let’s get into this song. In “Busy Woman” Sabrina sings about her mixed emotions about desiring a romantic relationship but settling for a purely sexual one because of her busy schedule as a pop star. She warns the man she’s singing to that if he doesn’t want her, there will be consequences.

And that’s my issue with this song. In the first verse Sabrina sings “I’m so mature, collected and sensible / Except when I get hit with rejection / To turn me down, well, that’s just unethical / I’ll turn into someone you’re scared to know.” Sabrina warns her love interest that she is usually good-natured, but if she’s rejected, then she’ll become unpleasant. As much as this line, and this entire song, could be a joke, it comes off pretty serious. And this line in particular plays dangerously close to the hysterical woman trope. Once Sabrina’s looks are discounted, and she isn’t desired by men, her self-worth plummets. This is suggesting that as a woman, Sabrina’s value is placed in the hands of others and she must rely on the approval of men to feel any confidence in herself. That’s bad. 

She then backtracks and says if this man doesn’t want her she “didn’t want your little bitch-ass anyway.” Upon rejection, Sabrina then insults her love interest in a vulgar way and demeans his masculinity. Not only is this playing into the hysterical woman trope, but this line is upholding traditional values and placing the pinnacle of masculinity as sexual conquest. The man is then regarded as simply an object for sex, a machine if you will, one who is regarded as broken for not wanting Sabrina’s traditionally attractive femininity. 

This point is proved further when she sings “If you don’t want me, I’ll just deem you gay.” Oh boy. How I hate that line. The only reason a man must not want to be with her is because he’s not attracted to women. Sabrina is known for embodying hyper-feminine attributes and being the model for traditional beauty. This line implies the over-sexualization of men, and if a man doesn’t want this desire of beauty, it’s because there’s something wrong with him (i.e. he’s gay). 

In an instance when she does see this man she sings “So much to shave and lipstick to reapply.” Oh my god. This line makes me want to die. Sabrina might be shaving her body and applying makeup because she wants to, and it makes her feel put-together and sexy, but I can’t help but cringe at this line which is just consumed by the male gaze. To be considered beautiful and desirable, Sabrina must be well-shaven and smooth (which is oddly childlike if you really think about it), as well as ultra feminine and put-together, suggesting that how Sabrina naturally looks (with body hair and no makeup) is undesirable and not good enough for someone to desire her. 

This is a lot to say about a song that is three minutes and seven seconds long. However, the media we consume shapes our thoughts and opinions in a conscious and unconscious way so it’s important to analyze the things we are consuming. It’s also totally fair to see this song as a complete joke. However, as much as I do think there are some joking elements to this song, there’s a problematic underlying truth that is important to think about. And this in no way means I’m not going to listen to Sabrina Carpenter. She has some bops. When “Bed Chem” comes on you know I’m cranking the volume all the way up. 

Cool vs Uncool Gays: Othering in the Queer Community

What makes someone cool? Is it personal opinion, or societally constructed? Do different cultures have varying views on what makes someone cool, or is there a universal cool? Why are certain qualities deemed uncool?

Recently I was talking to some friends, and as people do, we were discussing the people we go to school with. I run my queer club on campus and we started talking about the members in this club. Like with any social organization, there are always people you like more than others, and we got on the topic of who was cool and uncool. These friends of mine deemed a lot of the people who attend my club as uncool, but to me, a majority of my members are super cool people. 

The people my friends deemed cool seemed to be conventionally attractive, cisgender or cis-passing people. They weren’t super alternative in their looks, and could arguably be heterosexual passing. Now, of course everyone is allowed to have their own opinions. And these friends did just happen to find more traditionally attractive people cool. But that got me thinking. Why were these heterosexual/cisgender looking people cool? Was it personal preference, internalized homophobia, the media’s standards of beauty? There could be many reasons, but I wondered what makes someone, especially a queer person, cool? 

So here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to break this down into four categories. First, what society (western standards) deem as a “cool” gay person, and what society deems as “uncool.” Then we’re going to discuss Jadey’s version of “cool” and “uncool” gay people.

Now, first we have to address a few things. What does being “cool” mean? 

When I Google the slang definition of cool, the general consensus I gathered is that someone who is cool has a certain attitude, behavior, or style that is admirable to a certain group or society and appeals to social norms. So, this definition could change depending on who you are, where you are, etc, but it has largely to do with “fitting it” and appealing to social norms. However, there is a bit of edge to a cool person. They are confident, but they have a certain sense of autonomy and are distancing themselves from authority. Being identified as cool usually appeals to younger generations. 

Okay. Awesome. So what is my definition of cool? 

When I think of someone who is cool I think of someone confident. They are sure of themselves. They don’t care what others think. They are a kind and respectful individual but they also stand up for what they believe in. They’re not afraid to be outspoken and have people disagree with them. Cool people have a unique sense of style and self. To me, a cool person is politically active, has an alternative edgy style, has niche interests and hobbies, and is (though they don’t have to be) queer. 

And, we have to acknowledge that in contemporary Western society it is never “cool” to be gay.

Now that that’s out of the way, that brings me to another question. Why do we “other” people in an already minority community? Why do some queer people feel that they have the authority to feel superior to other queer people? 

I think the main reason is that queer people who “other” people in their own community are struggling with internalized homophobia. They might see themselves as a “normal” queer person, someone who is quiet about their queerness. They think that loud gay people are doing a disservice to the community. That if these loud gays were quieter, if they weren’t loud and flamboyant or polyamorous or trans or used neo pronouns or was a furry, that straight people would respect these so called “normal” gays. But the truth of the matter is, no queer person is ever going to be normal in the eyes of a cishet society.  

What Society Deems as “Uncool”

  1. Trans and GNC People 

People who are not cis are not cool. People who go against the gender binary are not cool. The exception to this might be cis passing trans people where those around them don’t know they are trans. Once this is found out about them they are deemed uncool. So, this means that anyone who is not transexual (be it non-binary, agender, genderfluid, androgynous, etc) are never going to be cool. Breaking the traditional gender binary goes against everything the patriarchy has in place to subordinate minorities. Very uncool. 

  1. Loud and Proud Gays

Our patriarchal and homophobic society does not like queer people who are loud about their identity. Why? Because these people are hard to control. This can be the kind of gay person who is flamboyant and extroverted, or alternatively dressed and heavily active in politics. The only good gay person is the silent one. 

  1. Unconventionally Attractive and/or Alternative Gays (including those who might be disabled or neurodivergent) 

White, cishet passing, able-bodied queer people are the only ones who might be allowed to be queer in public. Being neurodivergent, disabled, or a person of color, anything that already others you is not cool, and once you mix that with queerness, god forbid! This definitely has to do with white supremacy but that’s another conversation. 

What Society Deems as “Cool” Gays

  1. Cisgender and Heterosexual Passing Gays

The type of gay people society thinks is cool is the people who aren’t read as gay. These people are conventionally attractive. They fit into gender roles and expectations. They aren’t alternative in their style. This is the kind of person who is your everyday Joe. All in all, these people pass as cishet. 

  1. Gay, but not Queer 

The more acceptable type of gay person in American society is the gay person who subscribes to the American ideal. They have a house and white picket fence. They are not vocal about their queerness. They join the PTA and the HOA. They aren’t friends with other queer people. They’re in a nuclear family unit. The acceptable type of gay person is a gay person who hides their queerness and assimilates into straight cisgender roles and expectations. 

When I say a person is gay, but not queer, I mean that they do experience attraction to the same gender but they do not participate in unconventional familial, household, or relationship roles. When a person is queer, this shows up in their daily life. They probably have radical views of gender and sexuality. They don’t subscribe to traditional gender roles in relationships and if they do, it’s a choice, not from outside pressure. 

What Jadey Deems as “Uncool” Gays

  1. Uneducated Gays

People who identify somewhere on the spectrum of LGBTQIA+ but don’t know queer history. These are people who realize they are gay and stop there. They don’t know about Stonewall or other micro identities or neo pronouns and why the L is at the start of the acronym. Basically, they ignore the struggle and hardship of their queer elders. 

  1. Homophobic Gay People

Listen. Homophobia can get the best of us. But identifying as gay and disliking other people for being queer (usually too queer or trans) is problematic. We live in a homophobic society, it is understandable to internalize those messages and subject them to yourself and others. But, if you’re not doing the work to overcome that, then you’re contributing to the issue, which is not cool. 

  1. Gay, but not Queer 

I have a really hard time being around people who are gay but not queer. These are gay people who think they have the right to speak on queer issues just because they’re gay when in reality, they know nothing about the subject. Just because I’ve taken an algebra class doesn’t mean I have the right to tell you your calculus is wrong. 

  1. Gays with a Victim Complex

These are the people I think the right would call “snowflakes.” These are gay people who think every single bad thing to happen to them is an act of homophobia. These people make everything centered around their queerness. These people expect everyone to know everything about queerness. They get pissed off at someone who slips up on pronouns even though they’re trying their best. This is the gay person who says they hate straight people. 

The kind of gay people I don’t like are the ones who are constantly playing the victim card. These are the people who are completely convinced every single bad thing to happen to them is pure oppression just because they are gay. Like, no Samantha, that person doesn’t like you because you’re annoying, not because you’re gay. 

What Jadey Deems as “Cool” Gays

  1. Gays Educated in Queer History.

If you’re educated about queer topics, you’re cool. Because if you’ve educated yourself on a variety of queer history, it’s very likely you’ve gotten a variety of stories and perspectives of the queer experience and therefore have become a more educated, well-rounded, empathetic person.

  1. Gays Educated in Queer Media 

This goes with the above topic. Listen, just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you have to exclusively listen to queer artists or consume queer art and media. Unless you’re me that is. But, it’s important to know who is trailblazing in your community and making it easier and more accepted for you to live your life as an out and proud queer person. 

  1. Queer, not Gay

At this point I’ve repeated myself enough so I’ll only say this: people who are simply “gay” and not “queer” are trapped in patriarchal bounds. They’re trying to appeal to a system that will never accept them and was made to erase them. That’s not cool. 

My asexuality (and my lesbianism) has played a huge role in how I identify as queer. Just my asexuality alone makes every romantic relationship I am in queer because it is an unconventional relationship. There’s no sex. Romance is prioritized. Other forms of affection are prioritized. 

I prioritize being in queer spaces and hanging out with queer people. I consume queer media. It’s important to me to know about my community and the complexity in it because the diversity is what makes it cool and unique and beautiful. How boring it would be to just be gay. Being queer is complex, and it’s really cool. 

  1. Confident and Outspoken Gays

It is cool to be proud of who you are. Why? Because it creates space for your identity to be normalized and makes other people feel confident in who they are. I always think back to the out queer kids I knew in high school when I was figuring out my identity and I thought these people were the coolest kids ever. I wanted to be their friend. Seeing people like you exist is crucial to accepting your differences and identity. Simply existing as a queer person is a protest in itself. 

  1. Social and Political Activity 

Queer people who are active not only politically, but socially as well in their community. These are people who hang out with other queer people. They consume queer media. They make an effort to support queer business. They go to drag shows and support queer art. These people are making a difference for the wider queer community. 

  1. Multi-layered Queerness 

The coolest type of queer person you can be is the queer person who understands (or is trying to understand) the multilayered complexity to your queerness. Because your queerness and sexuality isn’t just who you feel sexual attraction to (or in my case, don’t). There are so many types of ways to feel attraction: romantic, sexual, emotional, sensual, intellectual. The list goes on and on. Sure, you could identify as gay, but what does that mean? Being a cool gay is being aware of the complexity and layers to your identity. How does your sexual and romantic attraction to people affect your relationship dynamics? Plus, your sexuality can totally impact how you experience gender. How is your gender and sexuality different? How do they overlap and intertwine? 

Anyway, It’s cool to be queer. Who knew one conversation with some friends would turn into a full blown blog post and become such a nuanced conversation. 

Questioning My Sexuality (and coming to a resolution)

Last week something crazy happened. Someone infiltrated my brain and switched the settings. Everything I thought I knew was turned upside down. Crazy thoughts were swimming around my brain. 

“Jadey. You’re so dramatic. What on earth are you talking about?”

Well dear reader, what happened was this: a boy. 

*a collective gasp shudders across the room*

You’re sure you read that wrong. But alas, it’s not what you think…not entirely. Let me give you some background on my current situation.

As everyone knows, I am asexual but I don’t label my romantic orientation. I use the term queer or gay in a broad sense, but never have found a label that fits perfectly. Recently I’ve been questioning if I’m a lesbian. Maybe this is the label that works for me. I don’t experience attraction to men, so theoretically, shouldn’t that make me a lesbian? And there’s something about this term that feels right, but also wrong. There are parts of the lesbian experience I relate to. Calling myself an asexual lesbian fits better than just saying lesbian, but the term still isn’t quite right. Maybe this is internalized homophobia. Maybe I’m just dealing with some weird version of compulsory heterosexuality and I’ll come around to the label eventually. Maybe I won’t and I’ll find labels were never meant for me in the first place. 

As I was going through this period of reflection on my sexuality I ended up befriending a boy. Shockingly, I had a very pleasant time interacting with him. He’s very kind and smart and we have similar interests. We’ve had classes together and we’ve hung out in real life. Overall it’s been a good time and he’s just a nice young lad. I found myself in what I called “platonic infatuation.” As our friendship grew it was something I thought about. I was very fascinated by it. And that got me thinking. Oh my god. Do I have a crush on him? 

I considered the possibility that my feelings had turned romantic. I was flabbergasted! Everything I thought I knew about myself was turned upside down! For years I had been going around thinking, and telling everyone, that I didn’t like men! What did this make of my sexuality?! Maybe this was a sign that I’ve been right all along about not labeling my sexuality because here I was suddenly attracted to every gender! Before I knew this boy I even thought to myself “If I were straight I would date him.” Was this projecting? Was this an unconscious crush? I thought to myself, “I’m almost 21! After four years now is when I’m going to question my sexuality? Shouldn’t I know it by now?” And of course, all of this had to happen right when I really put some thought into deciding is lesbian was a term I wanted to use.

I (figuratively) sat myself down and thought about this for approximately two seconds. Some parts of dating a boy seem nice. Some if it seems gentle. A boy holding a door open. Paying for dinner and walking me home. But it all seems casual. Sure, I could have a boyfriend, but certainly I couldn’t marry a man! I could maybe like a boy if he was just exceptionally cute and charming and even funnier than me. Basically, I could date a man if he was fictional. That is very gay. I need to date someone who understands the queer experience. There’s something political in being in an obviously queer relationship and I want to be a part of that. And let’s be real. Me? Dating a man? That is so off brand for me. Imagine if my next blog post  was me saying I had a boyfriend. In 2024? Come on…

Turns out, I’ve just never really made friends with a boy before and I think I took this new experience and blew it out of proportion. 

Of course if I did actually have romantic feelings for this boy that would be okay. It would be cool to have a new experience. My sexuality would simply be more fluid than I thought. It wouldn’t make me any less queer. If anything, it would let me into a world where I could connect to women and femininity in a way I feel I currently can’t as a queer asexual person. 

Anyway, all of that is to say I once again confused platonic feelings for romantic ones. I don’t have a crush on this boy. I probably will never have a crush on a boy and I will definitely not marry one. For a brief moment I was questioning that there was even an ounce of heterosexuality in my body. It was fun while it lasted. The lesbian allegations are back on the table. 

Now I’m going to post this even though there’s a chance he could read it, but when has that ever stopped me before? In fact, it almost seems necessary recently for me to write blog posts about people in my life. Only time will tell what I write about next. 

Finding Comfort in Queerness 

Look who’s back. It’s been a while since my last blog post, I know. In fact, this whole year my blog has lacked the consistency of the near weekly posts I made during my first year of blogging. I do think about it pretty often, wondering why my consistency has lacked. 

“Oh Jadey,” I ask myself, “why haven’t you posted on your blog?”

And in return, the little Jadey in my mind simply says, “I don’t have anything to say.” 

I started this blog a mere few months after I came out. I was dealing with what it was like to be a queer person in the world. I was learning what my queerness and my asexuality meant to me. I was in my first relationship. I dealt with my first breakup. I started college and attended queer club meetings and I continued to find out more about my queer identity.

This past year I made a queer friend group that quickly became one of the most important things in my life. I applied to be the president of my campus’s gay club and got the job, which I’ll start in the fall. I’ve continued to find confidence within my identity, and now, I have found a quite cliche amount of “inner peace,” if you will. 

My queerness has simply rooted itself deep in my bones and blossomed in a way of fact. I no longer feel confusion or difficulty in my queerness. Being queer, though a huge part of my life, has settled in a way I never expected. 

And because of that, I have not had much to say to the public. But in reality, I find that an incredibly happy thing. My blog was once an outlet for all of my confusion and frustration and queer joy I was feeling for the first time. I needed a way to express myself instead of keeping my feelings bottled in. My blog became a diary of sorts, and the simple act of writing helped me articulate major life events. And it just so happens that I posted it on the internet for anyone to read. 

Now of course, you never know what the future holds. In a month or two, something absolutely crazy could happen, and I could be writing pages and pages of advice and experiences and questions and music recommendations. But for now, all of this is to say, I’m at an incredibly joyful, comfortable place in my queerness. 

I still identify as ace, and can never see that changing. I’ve let a few labels swim around here in there for my romantic orientation, but for now, I still find joy in being unlabeled, and using queer as an umbrella term. As the love of my life Conan Gray says, I “don’t give a fuck about labels.” 

I’ve become more clear in how I feel as a queer girl, no longer worrying about labels to articulate my gender. Recently I’ve realized that at the start of my queerness, I changed my style to outwardly show my queerness to other people. Although I still do that, and find that it suits me best, I still love to lean hyper-femme, and have started to embrace that more. 

I’ve been reading tons of queer novels, watching queer shows, and writing tons of short stories over the summer, obviously starring queer, and usually ace, characters. 

So, that’s my update for you all. A quite joyous one I do have to say. Who knows what the future holds, this could be an update for the next few months, or the start of an explosion of blog posts. 

Until then, stay gay!

An Ode to Queer Friendship: Creative Nonfiction Essays

Hey y’all. Today we have a bit of a different blog post. Wow. I know, you’re incredibly excited. During this past semester of school, I’ve found myself in a friend group that has become everything I’ve ever wanted. I know. So cliche. The thing is, I always felt like I was a bit different from everyone, and I always craved that friend group with people that really understood you for who you were. And now I have that and I couldn’t be more grateful. The love I have for my friends is indescribable, but I did attempt to describe it in these essays. 

I always thought if I posted my writing on my blog, it would be fiction. But alas, here we are, and I have two nonfiction essays for you. I wrote these about my friends in my creative nonfiction class I took this spring. My favorite professor taught it, and had some kind things to say about these essays so I figured I should share them. I was nervous to take this class, as creative nonfiction is something I’ve never done before. I guess my blog could count, but my blog content is different from what I’ve done in class. I really felt that my writing improved in this class and I’m excited to keep honing my craft. Eventually I’ll share some fiction or poetry, but for now, here’s these two essays. 

Note: I  gave them each an alias that I thought fit their vibe so they could remain cool and mysterious. 

Dear Aurora Borealis,

Dear Aurora Borealis,

Do you feel cool that you’ve been mentioned in a Taylor Swift song? Or is it a kind of overused analogy, and now everyone thinks of Taylor instead of you? 

I searched aurora borealis green

My friends and I saw you Friday night. We sat in a circle on the mossy gray carpet of my dorm room floor presenting slideshows we made. Our theme was “Friends as Songs,” though none of the song lyrics mention you. We spent hours compiling songs from our favorite singers, pasting lyrics into slides, psychoanalyzing each other on why each lyric reminded each other of our mutual love. 

Nova remembered you first, interrupting our presentations. “I’m so sorry to stop this but we have to go,” she said in that serious tone you only reserve for emergencies where someone gets in a car crash or falls victim to an arsonist. “The northern lights are going on right now on the north side of campus.” It’s a mad dash to see you. I struggle to tie my shoes, so Nova and Gray sprint out, while Clara and Mavis wait for me before we chase after you through a midnight-lit campus. 

Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful

Panting in the dew-covered field is where we first see you. The slight green tinge crawling over the treetops. It’s surreal. I’ve only ever heard of you. Seen pictures and let the vowels of your name roll off my tongue while I imagined your gradient skies.  

But it’s comin’ down, no sound, it’s all around

The sky is dark, a kind of navy blue we’ve seen before so we start running again, sprinting now to get a larger view of the sky. We’re sprinting over concrete and fields of grass until we make it down to a wooded path leading to a creek. I don’t know if you watch a lot of movies, but at this moment, we’re living in one. Running through the dark woods, one foot in front of the other, trees and darkness fogged over and trees streamed past us, a fuzzy haze of pine needles and overgrown grass.  

This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen

We paused, tiptoeing over a patch of mud, balancing on a makeshift log bridge, before we’re running again, stopping in the middle of the field, Camas flowers billowing just slightly in the wind. We stand like a pack of wolves staring at the sky, in awe of your beauty. You were a bit distant that night, so we pulled out our phone cameras to reveal your bright purple, a shade eerily close to my own hair. In one image, I capture the backs of my friends, the four of them, standing shoulder to shoulder in silence as we stare at your star-sprinkled sky. 

I can’t speak afraid to jinx it

Here’s the second essay: 

a mostly platonic polycule appreciation essay

I’m starting to think I’m being lied to. And not like some sort of big gigantic lie like Santa or the American Dream. But I’m starting to think this idea of friendship and fitting in is made up. That everyone goes around feeling like everyone else fits in when in reality they don’t feel like they fit in. Because for years as a teenager I felt like I didn’t fit in. I did, of course. I did have friends. People I genuinely loved. And that’s the weird part. Because I felt like I should fit in. There were people who loved me and all that. 

But I felt like people didn’t get me. But it turns out everyone feels like that. And it’s this facade that everyone is pretending like they don’t unfit. I thought maybe it was something with me. That I was gay. That I was asexual. That I was a girl who didn’t live in a traditional girl way who wasn’t interested in sex or boys. I did my makeup in a way boys didn’t like and didn’t try to be friends with the popular kids. I played the violin and didn’t talk in class but that is all so incredibly typical. It’s cliche how I felt unfit. 

And then, get this, I go to college. And suddenly I fit in. Not suddenly. Just now. Just in these past few months. It took some time to get there. To meet people in classes and join clubs and dress how I want and be away from my twin sister and be forced to be myself because there was no one around to be except myself. 

I’ve been trying to write about my friends. The people whom I didn’t know for twenty years of my life, now see everyday. I’ve been trying to tell the story of them. The humor and the silliness and the impact they’ve had on my life in just the few short months we’ve been together because it’s the kind of friendship you know will turn into years. We will look back and won’t remember how we even met. 

We grocery shop together. Watch movies and make slime. Drink thorny birthday cake vodka before gay prom where I’ll wear rainbow gems on my eyes and chunky Doc Martens and my friends will dress like boys. And we will go to the beach. Make sand castles and go to hot yoga. Attend school concerts and clubs and make a shared Google calendar that is covered in colored boxes of time and more time and we call it evil because we should have no time to spend together but we somehow do. 

And I wonder how we found each other. How we’re so similar yet all have our own quirks. Is it because we are predominantly queer, and if we’re not, is it the queerness that our existence brings in being ourselves? There’s a kind of raw honesty in being yourself. And we are all so ourselves it is impossible to not be yourself when we are together. 

And if I could I would pick Clara and Gray and Mavis and Nova apart. I would take everything I love about them and just consume them. Let it rub off on me. If I was an evil scientist I would scoop out just a part of their brain on one of those tiny silver spoons people like to eat Yoplait yogurt with so I could have part of them in me. I’d take Clara’s drive. Her loyalty. I’d take Nova’s charisma and confidence. I’d scoop out a chunk of Mavis’s funny bone and take her intelligence too. I’d swallow Gray’s cool disposition and undisputed kindness. 

And then maybe I would look in the mirror and I would see myself the way I see them. I would see all their perfections and I would be so happy. So grateful that I got to know them and that intimate friend group you see in movies and read about in books would be true. It is true. It’s right in front of me and I can’t believe it. It’s too good to be true. And that’s so fucking cliche but that’s the thing about love. All of a sudden you have it and it’s just like everyone said it would be but better. 

20 Activities to do This Pride Month

Saturday marks the first day of pride month (my favorite month), so it’s only right I use my very intelligent brain to formulate a list of activities to inspire you to be extra gay this month. Plus, they’re a bit more interesting than “go to pride,” although that will be the first option on this list because come on, that’s part of the point. But maybe pride isn’t your thing, or you’re not at a place in your life where pride is something you can, or even want, to do. So, these are smaller things you can do to celebrate your pride.

Existence is protest! Happy pride!

  1. Go to Pride

Duh. Now listen, you don’t even have to go to a big city pride event. You could go to a small city block party instead! 

  1. Make Friendship Bracelets

Make bracelets in the colors of your pride flag, or your friends flags! They could be traditional knotted string bracelets, made with beads, or both! 

  1. Make a Pride Playlist

Curate a playlist of all your favorite gay songs, or listen to mine

  1. Have a Dance Party to Your Pride Playlist 
  1. Decorate Clothes for Pride 

You could paint rainbows on your pants, embroider a flag on a jean jacket, or bedazzle a cowboy hat! 

  1. Do Drag Makeup

Drag makeup will instantly make you cooler and hotter. 

  1. Go to a Drag Show

Maybe you’re not that into makeup, so you could watch people in drag makeup instead! Plus, you’d be supporting your local queer community.

  1. Make Gay Cards

Make pride cards for your gay friends, or make posters and deliver them to all the gay people you know. This could be a whole adventure. You could surprise your friends, or gather them all up and make it a group activity. Go to the craft store, get supplies, decorate all day! 

  1. Add Your Pronouns to Your Social Media Bios 
  1. Bake a Rainbow Cake 

Or bake a cake in the colors of your pride flag!

  1. Watch a Gay Movie 

Paris is Burning, But I’m a Cheerleader, The Life and Death of Marsha P. Johnson, the options are endless. It could be a fun movie, or a documentary and you could study up on your queer history. Get a blanket, make some popcorn, cozy up, and be gay!

  1. Have a Pride Picnic 

Gather your friends and put each person in charge of bringing a food the color of the rainbow, or, bake your pride cake together and eat it at the park!

  1. Write a Short Story About a Little Gay Person 

I do this all the time anyway, but if you’re not an English major blog owner like me, this could be a fun challenge!

  1. Host a Talent Show 

Gather all your gay friends and make them perform their unique talents. Or, if your only talent is being gay, lips sync for your life! 

  1. Dress up as Your Favorite Gay Icon

You’ll catch me as Chappell Roan. 

  1. Have a Slideshow Night 

Recently my friends and I have done slideshow nights discussing our types, and assigning songs to each other. Next, we’re describing our gender as objects, so you could really do anything! 

  1. Tie Dye Clothes
  1. Embroider Clothes 

Or you could crochet, sew, do something crafty! 

  1. Make Earrings Out of Clay

Take another trip to the craft store for earring posts and clay, and create fun little shapes. There’s nothing gay people love more than funky earrings. 

  1. Give me $20

If you’re an ally, it’s mandatory to give all your gay friends money. I don’t make the rules. Or, if you can’t spare any change, you can read my blog and send it to your friends. 

  1. Donate 

Okay, I’ll make this list have 21 ideas since the last one was kind of a fake. A super easy way to support the queer community is by donating. You could donate to small local organizations near you, or you could donate to The Trevor Project or other larger LGBTQIA+ organizations. 

Okay. That’s all. Have a lovely pride month. I can’t believe we get to be gay for thirty days. 

I Tried Drag for the First Time, and the Queer Joy was Real

Over the past couple months I’ve been pretty hooked on watching Trixie Mattel on YouTube. I have always been fascinated with makeup videos and reviews and first impressions for the past seven or eight years. Trixie does such a funny and interesting take on that through her career of drag. Because I’ve been obsessed with her videos I thought it was only appropriate to start watching Rupaul’s Drag Race. 

Now, I have heard of this show for years. I follow drag queens on social media and have watched multiple drag shows in person. However, I had never gotten around to watching the Drag Race. But about four weeks ago, I decided now was the time. I pulled up Hulu, clicked on season 10, and began watching.

When I told you I became immediately hooked.

Oh my god.

I am so utterly addicted to that show. 

It’s so good. I can’t believe I’ve never seen it before. The makeup. The fashion. The camp. The drama. The jokes. The community. The queerness. The TRANSFORMATION! I love all of it. It is truly all of the things I love: gay people, fashion, makeup, and comedy, all wrapped into one show! The new season just came out, and after I finish my current season, you best believe I am going to watch the latest season and form so many opinions. (Update: I watched the first two episodes of season 16 and Dawn is my current favorite!)

All of this is to say, I had to try drag makeup of my own. I’ve wanted to try drag for a while. I was inspired by Trixie, and a lot by Chappell Roan. She does her own drag makeup and is heavily inspired by queens, and I really loved how she does drag as a feminine person. 

So, here’s how the process went down:

I gathered inspo pics. I was inspired by Chappell, Trixie Mattel, Blair St. Clair on season 10 of Drag Race, and Phoebe Bridgers in drag from one of the boygenius shows. 

Then, I started. 

I layed down a ton of moisturizer, primer, and setting spray. I put on the most foundation I’ve ever used, contoured my face, and heavily applied concealer. After all of that I set it all with powder, then began contouring with a hot, hot pink. I added hot pink blush and contoured my nose with pink. I did a big winged out pink eyeshadow look with thick black liner and glitter. 

I originally wanted to leave my brows alone because I didn’t have a glue stick to block them, and I didn’t want to try to take off all the glue. So instead I filled them in as normal because the look needed it. I applied highlight and false lashes (it was a lot harder than I thought), and finished with a pink lip. 

This was a trusting process kind of experiment. At first I thought it all looked really messy, and I was questioning my makeup skills for a moment. I’m a pretty good makeup artist myself, but I was worried this style of makeup wouldn’t carry over. However, I persevered, and added finishing touches of glitter and more glitter, and everything pulled together beautifully. 

Then I had to take a picture of my work, standing in the bathtub in my parent’s bathroom for the best lighting with a tripod and self timer. Plus, I documented the whole thing. I filmed my application process because a moment like this needed to be remembered. Who knows if I was ever going to do it again?! Turns out I did it again. I even bought some more makeup for it. It was so much fun the first time I was planning different looks from the moment I finished. 

Miz Cracker came to drag race with a book full of pictures of her past looks for inspiration, and I think that would be so cool to make with the drag looks I create to see the improvement and how many different looks I can create. 

It also made me feel really confident and proud of my queer identity. It was cool to be a girl doing drag, and it was cool to feel so confident in such a crazy look. Plus, I felt like I was doing a cool thing being an ace drag queen, because sometimes the queer community is caught up in celebrating queer sex that people forget you can be queer and never have sex. 

Watching a show where everyone is queer and queerness is celebrated is really awesome. It makes me feel closer to the queer community and gives me hope for a more accepting world. The queens on the show are spreading so much queer joy. 

I filmed the process of my drag look super casually, and ended up putting it on YouTube. Back in the day, I was really into making YouTube videos, but I haven’t posted in about a year. I decided this one would be fun to upload, so if you’re a reader who has never seen me this could possibly be a jumpscare. I also feel like I can communicate way better through my writing, and simply talking to a camera makes me either feel really fun and myself, or like someone who has never formed a sentence in their entire life, so take the video with a grain of salt. Anyway you can watch it here: Video! 

Okay that’s all I have! If you’ve watched the latest season of Drag Race please let me know I need to know all the thoughts and opinions. 

My Recent Queer Soapboxes – Harry Styles Queerbaiting, the “Right” way to be Queer, and Internalized Homophobia

There’s a few different discourses in the queer community that really get my blood boiling, so today I decided to take that opportunity to discuss them all with you. 

  1. Harry Styles is Queerbaiting 

Many people seem to be convinced that singer-songwriter Harry Styles (he needs no introduction, we all know the man) is queerbaiting, which,  if you don’t know, is a marketing technique when a company or platform hints at queer romance or representation without actually portraying it in order to pull in a larger audience. 

However, Harry Styles is not queerbaiting. Why? Because people can’t queerbait. 

Who can queerbait? Companies, entertainers, and marketers. 

People are not a commodity. People do not owe anyone their sexuality. 

Many people feel that Harry is not doing anything for the queer community, even though he presents himself in a very androgynous way. He wears color and glitter, he was on the cover of Vogue in a dress. He waves pride flags around on stage and helps fans come out at his concerts. 

The people who think he is not queer clearly know nothing about him. They don’t know about his song “She,” they don’t know that he doesn’t label his sexuality, and they certainly don’t know about the Larry fan theories (not that I’m suggesting those are real). 

Harry Styles has never confirmed his sexuality because he has never labeled it. Additionally, just because Harry presents himself in a certain way doesn’t actually say anything about his sexuality.

“Well, he’s only been seen dating women. He must be straight.” 

Assuming Harry Styles is straight because he has only been seen dating women is biphobic. Just because he has only publicly dated women does not mean he has not privately dated men. He doesn’t have to date the same gender as him to prove his queerness. A bisexual or queer person dating a member of the opposite gender does not make them straight, just like dating a member of their same gender does not make them exclusively gay or lesbian. Harry could only date women for the rest of his life and if he experienced attraction to men or people outside the binary, doesn’t make him any less queer. 

“Okay, even if he is queer, he hasn’t done anything for the queer community. He never speaks about queer issues.” 

Let us all be reminded that Harry Styles is a singer, not an activist, although many artists are activists, that is not the job they signed up for. Yes, Harry has a huge following and has influence over millions of fans. That does not mean he has to become a political figure. He is simply a singer and songwriter. It is important that people with big followings know their power, and that is why many celebrities speak out on issues important to them. However, that is not their job they signed up for, and it is not the role they have to fill. We don’t know what Harry is doing in his private life. And heck, the man is probably voting to support queer issues, which is one of the most important things anyone can do. 

Harry is often compared to the love of my life light on this earth Conan Lee Gray. For some reason, people can validate Conan’s queerness, but not Harry’s. Because Conan has exclusively said he doesn’t label his sexuality, and often shows queerness in his music videos by portraying same sex couples, or showing himself interested in people in members of the same sex, his unlabeled queerness is accepted. He also almost exclusively writes lyrics with gender neutral pronouns, and when he does use binary pronouns, the outcome is usually queer in itself. 

For example in his song “The Exit,” off of his sophomore album Superache, Cone sings “You love her, it’s over.” Here the pronoun suggests that the person he dated is queer. If it was a straight presenting relationship and he dated a girl, he would be singing about the girl falling in love with another girl after Cone and her broke up. Or, if he was dating a boy, the boy would like girls and boys because they had dated Conan. 

This portrayal of queerness, as well as Cone’s androgynous style and pride-flag-waving at concerts allows people to accept his queerness even though he typically does not speak out about the queer community (although he has in a few interviews). Suddenly, when Harry does many of these things, it’s seen as queerbaiting, which is a dangerous double standard. 

  1. If You Haven’t Faced Discrimination, You’re Not Queer

I see this a lot in ace discourse, and that is that ace people can’t possibly be queer because they’re not discriminated against. First of all, that right there is discrimination because you’re dismissing our identity as queer. And secondly, being queer is not a competition of who has it the hardest. Basing queerness on who is the most oppressed is a dangerous and invalidating game. 

The only reason we’re discriminated against is because of people holding up the cisheteropatriarchy. The people who cause us the most harm are straight, cisgender, white people. 

The only thing that makes you queer is your experiences outside the cisgender and heterosexual experience. Asexuals are queer because we experience attraction outside of the norm. Something as simple as our existence and our different approaches to romantic and sexual relationships puts us outside of the binary. Our relationship to our sexuality impacts our gender expression and experiences in a cisgender heterosexual world. 

Not to mention that many ace people are not straight or cisgender. And for the aces who are, it’s up to them to decide if queer is a label they want to use. 

Additionally, the Oppression Olympics allows queer people to continue to be discriminated against by straight people in order to prove our querness. Just because I haven’t been hate-crimed doesn’t mean I’m any less gay than someone who, unfortunately, has. 

  1. Internalized Homophobia is the Queer Person’s Fault 

We see this a lot with politicians, where supposedly straight anti gay male politicians are caught having sex with a man. Oh my god! They’ve been queer all along! That’s why they’re homophobic! It’s because they can’t accept themselves!

This then leads people to believe that everyone who is homophobic is secretly gay. Is it true that there are people who are homophobic because they’re suffering with internalized homophobia? Yes, of course. But simply saying that every homophobic person is gay places the blame entirely on queer people. 

Assuming that every homophobic person is gay allows the blame to be placed onto a marginalized community and never lets the true oppressor take fault for their violent actions. 

Are secret gay people really the ones murdering trans women? Assaulting lesbian couples? Misgendering and bullying nonbinary kids to the point of suicide? No. 

Racist people aren’t racist because they’re secretly Black. That logic makes no sense. 

Homophobia is a systemic issue, and is being upheld by straight, cisgender, white men. The only people who should be blamed for homophobia are the people who are actively hurting the queer community. 

  1. There’s a “Right” Way to be Queer

Apparently there’s a “right” way to be queer. Sure, we can get married and adopt kids. Yeah, transexual people should be gendered correctly. Sure, we can dye our hair and hold hands with the person we love. 

But, god forbid we exist outside of the gender binary, or use neopronouns, or look too alternative, because suddenly we’re making the community look like a joke. Straight people won’t take us seriously. Republicans will continue to vote against us if we aren’t “normal.”

Spoiler alert: there’s no “right” way to be queer. Queerness exists on a spectrum, and that experience looks different for everyone. 

Let us all remember that social media is not real. It is all online. It is not what you see in real life. I see a lot of online discourse from people within the queer community saying that there are queer people who we “do not claim.” These are typically gender nonconforming people who have extravagant makeup and use neopronouns that we see on social media. While some people might not understand this, the truth of the matter is that people within the community worry they are ruining our credibility to non-queer people. 

Their logic is that straight people can understand those who are gay and lesbian, maybe trans people too, but when people use bug/bugself neopronouns, that’s a step too far. That is too queer, and it makes the “normal” queer people look like idiots. Because surely if we call our friend by their neopronouns and their chosen name is Stick, then we’re just hopping on the gay agenda. 

The truth is that these people are never going to accept us. Also, it just doesn’t matter. These people we see online who are supposedly being queer in the “wrong” way are just that, online. The people I’ve met in real life who are trans or nonbinary or have chosen their name and use neopronouns are real genuine people. They are kind and cool and, shockingly, not that different from me. They simply want to exist and be supported. Frankly, everyone does, no matter your gender or sexuality. 

For laughs and giggles, let’s say you do meet a real person who uses bug/bugself pronouns, and wears a ton of eyeliner and makes those weird movements you see on TikTok. They’re probably fine people. And if they’re not, if they’re hating on allo/cishet people and are mad when people misgender them, assuming everyone understands neopronouns, that’s on them. No one is going to understand your identity right away. As much as you want them to, as upsetting as it is, that’s life. Plus there are a ton of “normal” (aka cis/het) people who are weirdos. There are “normal” people who are crazy. Whacko! Insane! Look at the politicians we elect and the people we support! Look at the woman running the Libs of TikTok account calling out random school teachers and queer people for existing or having pride flags in their classrooms. She targets these normal people and then allows her followers to harass them on social media, and spread their personal information revealing their home address and place of employment. Then she claims her account is not responsible for her fans calling in bomb threats to schools! That’s pretty freakin’ whack. 

These groups queer people are trying to win over are mostly Republicans, and in their eyes the only “right” way to be queer is to not be queer at all. 

Republicans aren’t going to accept their quiet next door lesbian neighbors, and they sure as hell aren’t going to support their idea of queer people which is cat-litter-using-furry-plant-named gen Z kids. 

Harry Styles isn’t queerbaiting. Oppression isn’t a competition. Internalized homophobia is not our fault, and there is no right way to be queer. 

Hyper-Femininity, the Male Gaze, and Androgyny – How I Express my Sexuality Through Clothing

As I’ve talked about many times before, it’s difficult for me to articulate my gender in a way I feel makes sense. That’s because I feel a connection between my sexuality as as queer ace person and how I present myself as a person. Simply put, I express my sexuality through my clothing, so even though I’m a cisgender female, I also just simply feel like a queer asexual person as a whole. My asexuality allows me to see the world differently, so I don’t see people as being sexually attractive, and therefore don’t see myself as a sexual being. I’m simply just a gal living life who is queer.  

Additionally, I know how my presentation is being read out in the world by the masses. I look very, very feminine a lot of the time. A lot of the time what feels feminine to me, what feels androgynous or masculine on my body, is not necessarily perceived from others the way it is perceived by me, the person picking out, wearing, and enjoying my clothes. 

I would put my style into two categories: the first being a woodland fairy, and the second being a slightly emo middle school boy. The former is where I wear lots of earth tones, long skirts, little lacy tank tops, and of course extravagant matching eye shadow. The ladder is where I throw on jorts and a band t-shirt, probably with some eyeliner or a darker makeup look. 

Some days I want to dress in a more masculine or androgynous way, and I’ve know I’ve won when my sister (in a joking way of course) says I “look like a they/them today.” Although that might not be the most politically correct way for her to say that, what she’s really saying is that I look queer and androgynous, so I take it as a compliment. 

I love both of these looks equally, and recently have been really into doing my makeup. All through high school I did my makeup every single morning, but when I got to college, I didn’t bother. Why wear makeup when I could sleep in and hit ten hours of sleep? My second semester I did my makeup occasionally, and now, back at school for my sophomore year, I do it everyday. 

I wear makeup because it’s fun. Just like painting my nails, which I religiously do, I use it to express myself, my creativity, and my queerness. I do understand that this makes me present as a very feminine person. I have long hair with streaks of orange, I wear full face of makeup, and my nails are long and always painted, obviously with rings stacked on my fingers. 

Side note, I’ve never worn makeup because I felt like I had to, or because I wouldn’t be pretty without it. I wear makeup because yes, it’s a confidence booster, but it makes me feel good and I love the process of applying it, so I wear it for myself as cliche as that is. Just like my clothing, it’s a way for me to express myself no matter what other people think. But, I will say, I think people are impressed by my makeup, and when I do more extravagant looks with glitter and color, I do receive compliments. So it’s nice to know other people appreciate my artistry and self expression even if green eye shadow isn’t the most conventional look. 

However, doing all of these things doesn’t make me feel more feminine as one might think. It doesn’t make me feel more like a girl. It simply makes me feel like me. 

Long story short, I say all this to illustrate the point that just because I dress feminine a lot of the time, doesn’t necessarily mean I identify a lot with femininity. Although I do, a large part of my disconnect is due to my queerness and asexuality. I do not fit in the cisgender heterosexual idea of femininity because I am not those things. In the world of young female adults, I fit into some areas 100%, while others I am extremely disconnected from. 

Also recently I’ve been incredibly annoyed with being referred to as certain feminine identifiers. For example, at my last job, my boss would say “Bye girls!” and the emphasis on girls felt really condescending. Or if a waiter says “What can I get you ladies?” First of all, you’re assuming the parties genders, and yeah, call me a snowflake, but my rule of thumb is, if someone looks queer, don’t assume their gender. And that’s probably just a personal annoyance, but oh well. Secondly, there’s a stupid patriarchal connotation with feminine words being less than, and even though I for one know women are not less than men, it feels…icky. 

Recently I’ve been super interested in the idea  of hyper-femininity. The other day, when I was doing research (kidding I was scrolling on TikTok)  I heard someone say how cool it was that hyper-femininity is queer.

This blew my mind! I absolutely love that because dressing in a hyper femme way (one might call this a bimbo and, for example, where sexual clothing, pink, lots of glitter and heavy makeup) rejects the patriarchy because women, or people, are self aware of their femininity and they take control over it. Their clothing becomes politically conscious and they are empowered through sexuality and autonomy. (One would argue that this also submits to the patriarchy due to people dressing in a sexualized feminine way, which is what men want but I chose to ignore that claim).

In a way, this rejects the male gaze because men don’t typically go for the girl wearing bright pink eye shadow and matching earrings. And as a queer person, that’s pretty awesome. 

When I first came out my style changed a bit, and became a bit more androgynous. I wanted to dress and look like other queer people did, so I dyed my hair, I wore flannels, and I bought rainbow shoes. I did things that read obviously queer. I wore love is love shirts. Now, I did this for myself. I have never, and will never, dress in a way that doesn’t make me feel like me, or dress in a way that pleases other people. I dressed stereotypically queer to make myself feel confident in my sexuality, and there is nothing wrong with that. I didn’t want to feel straight, and certain styles made me feel that way. 

Now I am the most confident in my sexuality I have ever been, and my style makes me feel as queer as ever. I can never imagine not having dyed hair, or not wearing funky earrings and doing my makeup with bright, bold colors. 

People have been assuming my sexuality my whole life, and there are certain ways people dress where people don’t assume your sexuality. Tomboys must be lesbians, and feminine boys must be gay. What about me? What about queer aces? Now I dress in a way that reads as queer, simply because I am queer. My clothes are queer because I am a queer person. My clothes are queer because they are on a queer body. My music taste and activities I do are queer because I am a queer person. I see the world through a queer lens because that is who I am. 

Also, it’s finally come to my attention that I don’t dress for the male gaze. That might seem like a ridiculous statement after all of the things I’ve said, but men are weird and I don’t really understand them, so I often wondered why I’ve never been hit on by a man, or received any sort of male attention (not that I want it by any means, I was simply curious). Turns out, it’s because my appearance isn’t what men want. As I write this, I’m wearing more blush than Trixie Mattel, and my eye shadow is purple and green, and my hair has recently been dyed bright orange. That’s not what most  men find conventionally attractive. Of course there is always an exception, and some certainly do, but the majority seem to want the long blonde hair, basic Lululemon wearing teenage girls that surround me at university. There’s nothing wrong with that style obviously, it’s just not me, and it is what straight cisgender men typically want. These girls wear natural makeup, if any, they have natural hair colors, and they wear leggings and crop tops. If I’m going to wear makeup, you’re going to notice. And if I’m in a boring outfit, it’s because I’m at the gym or in my pajamas going to bed.

However, thanks to the patriarchy, I am also a subject for male fantasy. I’m queer. I’m asexual. I’m unattainable. I’m a challenge. Some men would want to win the sex-rejecting sapphic. Thankfully I don’t know any men like that, and I try not to think about it because that is truly disgusting. 

This was the second time I’ve written this blog post, so for my sanity, I hope it makes sense. All in all, there’s a direct correlation between my sexuality and my gender expression. That’s all I’ve got for this week, so until them, stay gay or *insert a better outro than that.*

My Top 13 Taylor Swift Songs

In honor of it being the week I see Taylor Swift (or a few days after due to my posting schedule) I thought it was only fitting to release the ever so important list of what my top 13 favorite T Swizzle songs are. 

For a bit of background, I grew up obviously knowing Taylor, but only listened to her songs on the radio. When folklore came out in 2020 I listened to it a bit due to all of the hype it was receiving, and listened to evermore when it came out due to the shock that it was a total surprise album. And let me tell you, I was shook. I remember listening to “no body, no crime” for the first time and staring at my computer in shock as I watched the lyric video, both hands slapped over my mouth. I showed my parents my favorite songs and soon we were all hooked on Taylor, and 2021 was the year of Taylor as I began to learn all of her albums. 

Soon my friends were all Swifties too, and Taylor became a common thread amongst my friends and family, and we were so, so deep into the fandom.

So, I know quite a lot about Taylor, and when she announced the Eras Tour there was absolutely no way we were not getting tickets. Finally, the nine months of waiting is up, and as I’m writing this, there are only THREE days until the concert. My outfit is picked, my makeup look has been perfected, I know all the lyrics, I have guesses for surprise songs, and I have a list of all the songs I know I’m going to cry to. 

With all that being said, here are my top 13 favorite Taylor songs: 

Please note none of these are in order except for the top 3, I am way too indecisive to put the rest in order. My heart hurts that I cannot fit “Forever & Always,” “it’s time to go,” and “evermore,” but alas, one can only choose 13. 

  1. “the lakes (original version)”

This is my third favorite song of all time. (The first being “People Watching” by Conan Gray and the second being “Work Song” by Hozier). 

I truly have no words to describe how this song is literally me to my core. All I want is to run away from society to write poetry and live in a cottage. Also, the original version is so much better than the first bonus track because it is an orchestral version. 

Favorite lyrics: “Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die/I don’t belong, and my beloved, neither do you”

  1. “the 1”

Lyrically this is just one of her best songs of all time. It’s beautiful. It’s sad. It’s a perfect opening track. It’s everything. 

Favorite lyrics: “I have this dream you’re doing cool shit/Having adventures on your own/You meet some woman on the internet and take her home”

  1. “ivy”

Not only is the lyricism in this song incredibly beautiful, it’s also totally sapphic. 

Favorite lyrics: “And the old widow goes to the stone every day/But I don’t, I just sit here and wait/Grieving for the living”

  1. “cowboy like me”

Once again the lyricism in evermore is god tier, and I have claimed this song as one for the asexuals. 

Favorite lyrics: “With your boots beneath my bed/Forever is the sweetest con”

  1. “Style”

Truly just a pop banger. 

Favorite lyrics: “You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye/And I got that red lip classic thing that you like”

  1. “New Romantics”

Once again I’m a sucker for a good pop song, and this is the best off of her poppiest album, 1989.

Favorite lyrics: “It’s poker/He can’t see it in my face/But I’m about to play my Ace”

Get it…cause I’m ace…ha…ha…

  1. “Daylight”

One of the best songs off of Lover. 

Favorite lyrics: “I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away)/I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you (Things will never be the same)”

  1. “Call It What You Want”

My favorite Reputation track. 

Favorite lyrics: “My castle crumbled overnight/I brought a knife to a gunfight”

  1. “The Moment I Knew”

A criminally underrated Red track. Lyrically this one is so simple but the truth behind the words and the story of her sadness just gets me where it hurts every time. 

Favorite lyrics: “And it was like slow motion/Standing there in my party dress/In red lipstick/With no one to impress/And they’re all standing around me singing/”Happy birthday to you””

  1. “Hits Different”

I think every Swiftie can agree that this song is truly one of the best she’s ever written, and it was criminal that she kept it from us for so long. 

Favorite lyrics: “I used to switch out these Kens, I’d just ghost”

  1. “All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version) (From The Vault)”

We should all know why this deserves to be on this list. 

Favorite lyrics: “And I was never good at telling jokes, but the punch line goes/”I’ll get older, but your lovers stay my age””

  1. “Mastermind”

Favorite lyrics: “and then saw a wide smirk/On your face, you knew the entire time/You knew that I’m a mastermind”

I get so emotional hearing those lyrics every. Single. Time. 

  1. “right where you left me”

It was a tough decision to put this or “it’s time to go,” as Taylor never misses with bonus tracks, but I listen to this one more so it felt necessary for it to make it onto my list. 

Favorite lyrics: “I’m sure that you got a wife out there/Kids and Christmas, but I’m unaware/’Cause I’m right where/I cause no harm, mind my business/If our love died young, I can’t bear witness”