#shea kelli

[femin-ink]

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[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

from katrina rose dideriksen

My heart is very very full. Thank you to everyone who came to see our skit and all those who tuned in tonight from home. #christmas

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Burn the House Down: Luis Diaz

Can y'all believe that my Catholic papa's favorite character in this book is the tender-hearted drag queen who is openly himself in the middle of the 1940s? It really speaks to how great Luis is! Welcome to the stage Luis Diaz, aka Lucy Diamond or Guadalupe Angelo, everyone's favorite drag queen, uncle, or book club friend! Not afraid to call someone out when they're being an asshole but also not afraid to forgive someone when they've made an effort. He wears zoot suits and sparkling gowns with equal confidence. He lights up any room he enters. I adore him. As his playlist description reads:

The White House's drag queen. The only man Preston truly loved. Proudest one in the family. Unabashedly himself.

@snazzy-hats-and-adhd @blufox3542 @neshatriumphs @khruschevshoe @weedpoop @thesirhandsome-tepalehuia @sillylittlecheeto @nefertittti @henrythepug @meet-me-behindthemall12 @aboutblankpages-blog-blog @artemisiaarm @profiterole-reads @marchionessdebrannas @harrietmjones @thearcaneuniversity @little-bloodied-angel @artemisbones @jacksope-lives @fleuranna @shehungthemoon @spacecatrainshell @celestedeluna @onebigfangirlworld

[girlsofthehouse]

[gracie-bird]

Princess Grace of Monaco with Miss Covadonga O'Shea, editor-in-chief of the Spanish fashion magazine "TELVA”, after an interview in 1966.

[odk-2]

Bunny Yeager:  Inside Out

Bunny Yeager Images:Inside and Out

Inside:

Lisette Willoughby c.1960's

Lacey Kelly c.1960's

Out:

Lori Shea Naples, Florida c.1960's

Kathy Kelly c.1960's

[human-antithesis]

Neurosis - The Eye of Every Storm (June 29th, 2004) Country: United States Genres: Sludge Metal, Post-Metal

Lineup: Scott Kelly - Vocals, Guitars Stephen Vontill - Vocals, Guitars David Edwardson - Bass, Moog Jason Roeder - Drums Noah Landis - Organ, Piano, Samples

Guest/Session: Desmond Shea - Trumpet (Tracks 4, 5) Jeffrey Lucas - Cello (Track 8)

Tracklist:

Burn - 07:07

No River To Take Me Home - 08:43

The Eye of Every Storm - 11:56

Left To Wander - 08:10

Shelter - 05:17

A Season in the Sky - 09:50

Bridges - 11:35

I Can See You - 06:09

[dearreader]

the way i’ve only been using african black soap for two days and my back and chest are already clearing up

[femin-ink]

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[alannawrites]

Hello! My name's Alanna and I'm the lead editor of LOVE UNLIMITED, Marvel Unlimited's romance comic line. This week we finished a story about Gwendolyn Poole, AKA Gwenpool, coming to the realization that she's aromantic and asexual--and though I usually prefer to let the stories speak for themselves, I wanted to talk a bit about this one.

There was basically no awareness of the asexual spectrum when I was growing up--I went through both high school and college secretly feeling like I was some kind of alien in a world that made no sense to me. Finding out that other people experienced the same thing, and that I wasn't weird or broken, was a big moment in my life.

I know how much it would have meant to me to see a character grappling with the same questions I was. I searched desperately for myself in stories as a kid even though I couldn't quite define what I was looking for yet. I'm so glad that there are more ace stories now, and honored that we were able to bring one more into the world.

I was inspired and emboldened to pitch this story by the work my friends Andrea Shea, Ro Stein and Ted Brandt did on Connor Hawke's story at DC, by Latoya Raveneau's ace advocacy within Disney, and by my erstwhile assistant editor and co-conspiritor Kaitlyn Lindtvedt, who, I discovered after a few months of working together, was also ace! We were helped and supported at every step by other aces at Marvel as well--there are more of us than you might think! It's also amazing that our EIC and Marvel greenlit this story and gave us the freedom to tell it the way we wanted.

I'm so grateful to @jeremywhitley, @bailiesartblog and Kelly Fitzpatrick for bringing this story to life. Working with an all-ace team has been so special--there's just something magic about knowing that even though our individual experiences differed, we had something fundamental and formative in common. There are pieces of all of us in this story, if you know where to look.

Anyway! Like many aces, this is something I get shy talking about, haha--so that's all I've got for you! (Unless you want to read more here!) Thank you all for reading and loving the story, and congrats to aroace icon Gwenpool!

[duckprintspress]

20 Queer Stories for Asexual Awareness Week

Happy Asexuality Awareness Week 2024!! Last year, we celebrated this week with 15 of our favorite books; this year, we’ve put together a list of 20 – some repeats, most not! As always, our lists include both works with explicit representation and those with ~vibes~ that spoke to the people who contributed to the list. The contributors to the list are: May Barros, Linnea Peterson, Shea Sullivan, Nina Waters, Shadaras, Alex and 2 anonymous contributors.

Chameleon Moon (Chameleon Moon series) by RoAnna Sylver

Awakenings (The Chronicles of Nerezia series) by Claudie Arseneault

Baker Thief by Claudie Arseneault

Journey Home by May Barros

Acting the Part by Z.R. Ellor

Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann

First Test (Protector of the Small series) by Tamora Pierce

Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell

Sheepfarmer’s Daughter by Elizabeth Moon

Is Love the Answer? by Uta Isaki

I Want to be a Wall by Honami Shirono

Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End by Kanehito Yamada

Jughead by Chip Zdarsky

Love Unlimited: Gwenpool by Jeremy Whitley, Bailie Rosenlund, Kelly Fitzpatrick

Our Dreams at Dusk: Shimanami Tasogare by Yuhki Kamatani

King Cheer (Arden High series) by Molly Horton Booth

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace

Not Your Backup (Sidekick Squad series) by C.B. Lee

The Scottish Boy by Alex de Campi

All Systems Red (The Murderbot Diaries series) by Martha Wells

What are your favorite books with asexual representation?

View 40 books with asexual characters by visiting our asexual-characters shelf on Goodreads!

Shop books with asexual characters using our rec list on our Bookshop.org affiliate page!

[pupsmailbox]

1980's ID PACK

NAMES︰ aaron. adam. adding addison. adrian. alex. alexis. ali. alyssa. amanda. amber. andie. andrea. andrews. andy. anne. annie. anthony. april. ashley. aubrey. audrey. babysitters: belinda. bill. billie. billy. blair. bobbie. bobby. bonnie. brad. brandi. brandy. bret. brett. brian. brianna. brittany. caitlin. carey. carla. carly. carol. cary. casey. charlie. chris. christie. christina. christine. christopher. cindy. clare. clarissa. claudia. cody. corey. cory. courtney. crystal. dan. dana. daniel. darrell. david. dawn. devon. drew. dustin. elliott. emily. emmett. eric. erica. erik. erika. fran. francis. frankie. georgie. gloria. greer. greg. harriet. harry. heather. hollis. holly. jackie. jamie. jason. jayme. jeffery. jennifer. jeremy. jessica. jessie. jody. joe. john.zach. jory. joseph. josh. joy. jules. justin. kelly. kevin. kim. kimberly. kit. kristen. kristy. kyle. landry. larissa. laura. lauren. lee. linden. lisa. loren. lou. lucas. lynn. mallory. maria. marie. mark. marlowe. mary matt. matthew. meaghan. megan. melanie. melissa. melody. merit. michael. michelle. mickey. mike. mikey. mindy. misty. mo. morgan. natalie. neil. nick. nicky. nicole. ollie. other ozzie. parker. patrick. paul. paula. paulie. polly. quinn. rachel. randall. randell. randy. rebecca. rees. reese. richard. rob. robbie. robert. rory. royce. ryan. sabrina. sam. sarah. scott. sean. seth. shannon. shea. shelby. skyler. stacey. stacy. stephanie. stephen. stevie. taylor. the tiffany. tim. todd. tonya. tracy. tyler. valerie. victoria. will. wyatt. xavier. zack.

PRONOUNS︰ arc/arcade. arcade/arcade. arcade/arcem. beam/beam. beep/beep. bling/bling. bo/booth. boom/box. bop/bop. bou/boutique. bright/bright. buzz/buzz. ca/car. cartoon/cartoon. cass/cassette. cassette/cassette. class/classic. color/color. cor/vette. dated/dated. dazzle/dazzle. dine/diner. disc/disc. disco/disco. elec/electric. flash/flash. gae/game. gli/glitch. glitter/glitter. glow/glow. jazz/jazz. juke/box. light/light. loud/loud. neon/neon. nostal/nostal. pac/man. par/parlor. pattern/pattern. phone/phone. pin/ball. po/pop. polybi/polybius. pop/pop. rain/rainbow. ret/retro. retro/retro. rock/roll. salon/salon. ska/skate. star/star. synth/wave. text/text. vin/vintage. vintage/vintage. vivid/vivid. walk/walkman. 🌈 . 🍭 . 👾 . 💥 . 🕹 . 🧩 .

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crushed 15

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: Please scream at me!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

After an early morning phone call, your mother insists on coming to town for lunch. You couldn't bear to tell her everything over the phone and frankly, you don't know how much you should tell her. You remember in high school when you were sent home after Kelly Harris dumped mud in your lap, your mother was more irritated to have you home than empathetic. 

You watch through the peephole before you sneak out. You haven't slept but you can't be sure Colin hasn't returned. There's enough noise in the building that it's hard to discern who's coming or going. 

When you do emerge, you flit quickly to the first floor and dip out, looking over your shoulder for either Colin or his vengeful girlfriend. You get through the lobby without trouble but you're not in the clear. Surely the day holds nothing but trouble, regardless of where it comes from.

You check the time as you wait for the cab. You refer to the text your mother sent before she set out and give the driver the name of the restaurant. You've never been there before and you're certain it's well out of your price range. Another debt for the tally.

This is the last thing you ever wanted. It makes all this drama seem all the more ridiculous. You’re a grown woman and this is what you’ve come to. Back to square one.

You approach the restaurant doors and enter with a sheepish grin. You don’t know that you own anything that wouldn’t be underdressed for this bougie brunch locale. Once more, you look at your phone. Crap, she’s there first. That means you're late even if you agreed on nine.

The hostess shows you to the table where your mother waits. She has her compact out as she touches up her mauve lipstick. She doesn’t acknowledge you or the hostess as you sit. She snaps shut the mirror and sips from her stemmed glass of orange juice.

“About time,” she drawls, “oh, and nice to hear from you after all these months.”

Her eyes finally deign to land on you. You gulp. You should’ve taken the chance of talking to your father but ultimately you know it’s not up to him.

“You’ve been so busy with Geri’s wedding–”

“Don’t try to guilt me for your neglect,” she warns, “you should be happy for your sister. Her fiance is a charming man. You’ve met Colton, haven’t you?”

“Once or twice,” you grumble. Family get togethers weren’t exactly your favourite memories. “I’ve been waiting on my invite–”

“Invite? You’re a bridesmaid. Geri sent out that email months ago. Is this why you weren’t at the fitting?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t get an email.��

“You’re wrong. Certainly, you must be. You and the rest of the girls are bridesmaids. You have to be. And it might be good for you to be involved in a wedding at least once,” she tuts. You don’t miss the jibe. Yeah, not like you have much hope of walking down the aisle.

“I’ll… I’ll call Geri and clear things up,” you say, “how are the others?”

“Well, Maeve is graduating this year. Always exciting. She’s thinking of joining Audrey at her alma mater. And Livia is somewhere in Spain again.”

“Ah, yeah, she sent me some pictures,” you say.

“And you? What are you up to?” She challenges. She’s not genuinely curious.

“Well,” you take a breath, pausing as a server comes to ask what you’d like to drink. You get the same as your mother and peruse the menu.

“Well…” your mother prompts.

“Yeah, um, I…” you shake your head, you can’t even look at her, “I am on leave from work so… not much.”

“Leave? What does that mean?” She hisses.

You feel your eyes tinge. You look at her. Why is she so different to you? Your other sisters can spill all their worries and whims but you, it’s always judgment. You can never do anything right.

“Uh, I thought maybe it might be a good time to–”

“Ah, pardon,” you’re interrupted before you can sputter out the revelation of another failure. You cringe as you recognise Jonathan’s silky lilt. Why? How? Do you even dare questioning fate anymore? “I just, I had to say hello.”

You force a smile and look at him, trying not to falter in front of your mother’s all-seeing gaze. She sits up, and lets out a hum of surprise as she sees Johnathan. Her lashes give a telling flick.

“Hello?” She utters quizzically.

“This must be one of your sisters,” he says as he runs his hand up the sleek lapel of his blue jacket, “very pleased to finally meet you.”

“Sister? Oh, do not flatter me. I am her mother, Eugenia,” she introduces herself with a smug smirk, “and how do you know each other?”

“Uh, oh,” you stutter and send Jonathan a desperate look. Do you tell her you’re his disgraced former employee? Or maybe just business acquaintance. She’s going to know eventually, that’s why you’re here. “Jonathan is–”

“Jonathan Pine,” he introduces himself, “honoured to finally meet you.” He looks at you, arching a brow before turning his attention back to his mother, “you both must be so excited for your elder daughter’s upcoming nuptials?”

“British?” She intones with intrigue.

“You’ve caught me out,” he grins, “your daughter’s been rather helpful in getting me acquainted with this country. Very lovely…” he peeks at you again, “hardly as lovely as her. You’ve raised a rather endearing daughter.”

“You…” she blinks in confusion, sending you another flabbergasted peek, “you and my daughter…” she lets the suggestion hang. Jonathan does too as he gives you an option; come clean or take the bait.

“I was waiting to introduce you at the wedding,” you blurt out, “I… it’s new.” You say, each word jarring as the lies piece themselves together on your tongue, “and I thought,” you look at Jonathan pointedly, “he was out of town.”

“Business trip was canceled, rescheduled to a business breakfast,” he slithers, “I’m meeting Gerry soon,” he checks his watch, “but I will be sure to tell the hostess to put your bill with mine.”

“Oh–” you squeak.

“Oh my,” your mother trills, “you are too kind. That is…” she gapes at you openly, “you… you’re with my daughter. Her?”

He chuckles lightly, “why wouldn’t I be with such a beautiful woman?”

“I didn’t mean– I don’t– I’m very surprised,” she exclaims shrilly, “she never mentioned, but then again, she’s always been so private. So shy. And you seem like such a lovely man.”

“I like to think so, but please, she is not the lucky one,” he preens and steps towards you. He places his hand on your shoulder and bends, grazing his lips across your cheek, “go with it,” he whispers. 

You turn your head just as his lips aim for yours. He kisses you and the air leaves the room. Your chest ties tight and your entire body tingles. Oh, wow. You’re too swept up in the sensation of his unexpected kiss that you can’t remember why you were so off-kilter a moment ago.

“Now let me not interrupt further. A mother-daughter reunion,” he puts his hand to his chest, “how sweet.”

He backs away and dips his chin. He turns on his heel and crosses the restaurant as you stare after him. The server approaches and sets your drink in front of you. You drink it in the silence of your mother’s disbelief.

“Well, you’ve done finely,” she says in a stunted cadence, “I… he’s so handsome. And tall. And blond!”

“Mom,” you plead as you nearly choke on the orange juice.

“Well. Even you must realise he’s very… dashing as they’d say in his home country,” she flutters her lashes dreamily, “oh, yes, you must bring him to the wedding. He’ll look wonderful in the photos.”

You wet your lips with your tongue and nod. You look down at the table, still buzzing as your lips warm up. You can’t stop thinking about that kiss. It nips away at the anger that kept you up all night, but hardly solves your anxiety.

You can’t tell your mother you expect to be evicted in the next month or that you lost your job. So what now? How do you untangle the knot that only grows bigger and bigger?

💗

For once, your time with your mom is less than torturous. She keeps her barbs dull enough to leave you only bruised. Her mood is a touch above neutral, which for you, is an accomplishment. You’re content but not entirely at ease. You have a lot to figure out.

You bid her goodbye just outside the patio seating and wave to her as she unlocks her luxury car. You watch until you see her get in and let out a sigh. Shit. Not only do you have Jonathan to worry about, but you don’t expect Colin to be AWOL much longer.

So what do you do? Go home and face the music or call Jonathan and try not to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. It was a nice favour of him to pretend but you don’t want to assume anything. High hopes and stupid girlish fantasies got you into all this.

As you walk along the curb, a short toot draws you to a stop. You turn as the whir of a car window steals your attention and you face the familiar car. Jonathan leans over the passenger seat to see you.

“You’re not going to run away again, are you?” He asks.

You twist your heel into the pavement and bend down. You furrow your brows as that big question needles between them. You can’t lie anymore, you can’t just wait for the truth to come out, you just have to ask.

“How did you know I was here?”

His brows lift and his eyes roll to the side. He gives a guilty grin, “I hope you don’t… misinterpret it but I… staked out your building.”

“What?” You puff out.

“Yes, I know, it sounds very bad. And I won’t claim it was entirely sane but I wanted to see the police take him away after I filed the report. To be sure you were safe and then… I sat stuck in my own head. Wanting to run up those stairs and knock on your door but also terrified you wouldn’t answer,” he shrugs, “and I followed you because I worried you might run into him, but that’s only half the reason…”

You swallow and step closer, “Jonathan, what are you doing?”

“Being crazy,” he lowers his eyes bashfully, “I know, you don’t need two madmen after you.”

You shake your head and reach for the handle. You open the door and get in. He sits back, watching you as you move your purse into your lap. You stare at the dashboard.

“What is going on?” You turn your head and look into his beautiful blue eyes, “what is this?”

“I don’t…” he begins.

“You’re my boss.”

“I was.”

“I never should’ve dragged you into this–”

“I’m so happy you did,” he murmurs.

“Jonathan, please,” you beg, “it’s not right–”

“You quit,” he insists, “so what isn’t right?”

You pout and sit back, turning straight and looking up at the upholstered ceiling of the car. You don’t know what to say. No, you don’t know how to say it. Except…

“I’m stupid.”

“What?” He scoffs.

“I’m stupid because… I’m scared and lost. And I can’t make you follow me through that.”

“What do you mean?”

“Feelings don’t just go, they just get complicated,” you explain, parsing through the stirring in your gut, “I hate Colin, I’m scared to hell of him, but I still… feel some of those things I felt.”

“Oh, but darling,” he reaches over and rests his hand above your shoulder, “I know feelings don’t just go. Mine certainly won’t.”

“Feelings? For me? Are you sure it’s not pity?”

“I only pity myself for how deeply I’ve fallen,” he breathes as you sense him leaning in, “the first day I saw you, I knew. I’ve never been much of a romantic but I have to confess something.”

“What?” You shy away, sensing how close he is.

“I knew how to use the coffee machine,” he admits, “I just needed an excuse.”

“You… did?” You look at him. He’s so much closer than you thought.

“Oh yes, if you hadn’t helped with the machine, I would’ve failed miserably in front of you at making copies. And if that didn’t work, well, I suppose I’d just have to make a mistake in my numbers,” he purrs, “you would’ve helped me, wouldn’t you?”

You quiver out a breath. You want to collapse into him, you want to let him make you forget everything but him, and yet, you’re so afraid. You’re afraid to believe that this could ever be real for you.

He doesn’t let your fear win. His lips are on yours again and that’s all you need. Nothing is left but that moment, the feeling of his mouth on yours, how his hand comes up to frame your jaw and cradle your cheek, his other creeping behind your head as he clings to you desperately. You can’t help by latching onto his collar, diving into his need.

You don’t stop until you're dizzy and breathless. He pulls back, hovering before you, thumb tracing your cheek bone as his other hand tickles your neck. His eyes search you, admire you, you’ve never been looked at like that.

“May I drive you home?” He asks softly, nuzzling your nose with his.

[nerdygaymormon]

Merry Queermas

I have a number of queer playlists, so thought I'd add one for Christmas.

Lesbians

Brandi Carlile - The Heartache Can Wait

girl in red - two queens in a king sized bed

k.d. lang - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch (with Glee cast)

Indigo Girls - It Really Is (A Wonderful Life)

Jane Lynch - A Swingin' Little Christmas Time

Joan Jett - Little Drummer Boy

LADIES - Ladies, It's Cold Outside

Mary Lambert - Christmas Cookies (feat. Wyatt Hermansen)

Melissa Etheridge - It's Christmas Time

Raven Symoné - My Christmas Wish

Tegan and Sara - Make You Mine This Season

Gays

Adam Lambert - Please Come Home for Christmas

Barry Manilow - (There's No Place Like) Home for the Holidays

Bearforce 1 - Christmas is Here

Billy Porter - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

Calum Scott - White Christmas

Darren Hayes - Last Christmas

David Archuleta - Christmas Every Day

Elton John - Step Into Christmas; Merry Christmas (with Ed Sheeran)

Erasure - Make It Wonderful (Bright Light Bright Light Remix)

Frankie Goes to Hollywood - The Power of Love

Johnny Mathis - It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Joshua Bassett - The Perfect Gift

Lil Nas X - Holiday

Luther Vandross - Every Year, Every Christmas

Matt Rogers - Also It's Christmas

Mister Chase and Chris Salvatore - Baby, It's Cold Outside

MNEK - Stopped Believing in Santa

Neon Trees - Holiday Rock

Pet Shop Boys - It Doesn't Often Snow at Christmas

Queen - Thank God It's Christmas

Ricky Martin - Ay Ay Ay It's Christmas

Rufus Wainwright - What Are You Doing New Year's Eve

Sam Smith - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas; The Lighthouse Keeper

Todrick Hall - Bells, Bows, Gifts, Trees

Wham! - Last Christmas

Wrabel - First Winter

Bi/Pan

Anne-Marie - Think of Christmas

Crystal Bowersox - Coming Out for Christmas

Demi Lovato - I'll Be Home for Christmas

Green Day - Xmas Time Of The Year

Jessie J - Man With the Bag

Phoebe Bridgers - If We Make It Through December

Sia - Santa's Coming For Us; Candy Cane Lane; Snowman

Trans, Gender Nonconforming, Fluid, Nonbinary

Bebe Rexha - Count on Christmas

Big Freedia - Make It Jingle

Miley Cyrus - Happy Xmas (War is Over)

Shea Diamond -Blame it on Christmas (feat. Cyndi Lauper); Mrs. Claus

Drag Queens

Alaska - Everyday is Christmas; Let It Snow (Ivan and Peter Mix)

Alaska, Courtney Act & Willam - Dear Santa, Bring Me A Man

Bob the Drag Queen - Sandra Claus

Detox - This is How We Jew It

Ginger Minj - Winter Wonderland (feat. Gidget Galore)

Manila Luzon, Peppermint & Alaska - We Three Queens

Nina West - Calista

Priyanka - Sleigh My Name

RuPaul - Hey Sis, It's Christmas

The Divas

Amy Winehouse - I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Ariana Grande - December; Santa Tell Me; Winter Things;

Ava Max - 1 Wish; Christmas Without You

Barbra Streisand - Jingle Bells?

Bette Midler - Cool Yule

Britney Spears - My Only Wish (This Year)

Carly Rae Jepsen - It's Not Christmas Till Somebody Cries; Mittens

Céline Dion - Happy Xmas (War Is Over)

Cher - DJ Play a Christmas Song

Christina Aguilera - The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting Over An Open Fire)

Diana Ross & The Supremes - My Favorite Things

Eurythmics - Winter Wonderland

Kacey Musgraves - Glittery (feat. Troye Sivan)

Katy Perry - Cozy Little Christmas

Kelly Clarkson - Underneath the Tree

Kylie Minogue - Every Day's Like Christmas

Leona Lewis - One More Sleep

Little Mix - One I've Been Missing

Lizzo - Never Felt Like Christmas

Madonna - Santa Baby

Mariah Carey - All I Want for Christmas is You; Oh Santa

Meghan Trainor - Holidays (feat. Earth, Wind & Fire)

Olivia Rodrigo - River

Taylor Swift - Christmas Tree Farm

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Link to Spotify Playlist of these songs

Link to My Queer Playlist - Part 1 songs from 1939 to 1999

Link to My Queer Playlist - Part 2 songs from 2000 to 2015

Link to My Queer Playlist - Part 3 songs from 2016 to 2019

Link to My Queer Playlist - Part 4 songs from 2021 to present

Link to my Queer Disney Songs Playlist

Link to my K-Pop Queer Playlist

Link to my Queer Religious Playlist