


Black-and-white, Lady Gaga, Charlies Angels often abbreviated B/W or B and W, is a term referring to a number of monochrome forms in visual arts.
Tied! Untied! Tied! Untied! Tied! Untied! OK, you get where I’m going here, right? I’ve discussed my love of a nice tie – bow or neck – in the past. But the question always remains – tied or untied? Which is sexier? Often it’s situational. Start of the date: tied. End of the date: untied. Really, the great thing about a tie is its ability to be either or, whenever you want it. Fine, too much kumbatie for you? Then go ahead and decide for yourself. Tied? Untied? Delightfully loose like Noni? Some choices are just…fun.
Tied, definitely tied.
Wait, untied, definitely untied.
Dammit. No, I mean it, tied.
No! I was so wrong. Untied!
Fine. I give up.
I said I give up.
Now you’re just hurting me.
Officially dead.
Confirmed: Hope Solo will be on the new season of “Dancing with the Stars.” Also confirmed: Many, many more lesbians are going to watch the new season of “Dancing with the Stars.”






No matter how hard you prepare. No matter how hard you play. No matter how hard you want it. Sometimes, the win goes to the country that needs it more. And, God knows, Japan needed it. So, while I’m certainly heartbroken to see our Team USA lose in the Women’s World Cup final, I feel a certain joy too because Japan could use a win this year. But, really, in a game as hard-fought and nail-biting as USA v. Japan, we’re all winners. Because we all got to see some exciting, top-level soccer (yes, yes – football everyone else) and two teams who played their hearts out. That’s a win-win in my book. And that we got to watch three weeks of elite, dedicated, amazing athletes do what they do best. OK, fine, it’s also kind of like three weeks of uninterrupted muscle porn for lesbians. But, hey, can’t it be both? Plus, it’s always a wondrous thing when the world comes together to cheer on women’s sports – no matter the outcome. In fact, the final set a new tweets per second record – beating even the news that Bin Laden had been killed. Way to go, ladies. So one last round of hugging each other with their legs in sportsmanship. See you in 2015.
Congratulations, Japan.
Great game, USA.
Abby Wambach’s forehead for president.
Do we really need to wait four years for more of this?
So many alternative lifestyle haircuts, so little time.
Just look at these magnificent human beings.
Arm porn forever.
Threesome, nice.
Though why limit things to three?
Badass and adorable in the same tiny body.
Um, doesn’t this totally look like Hope’s trying to pick up Aya after the game? Like, “Hey, girl, hey. Good job winning the World Cup. Can I come back to your place and, you know, touch it?” What? I’m looking for a silver lining, people.Still inconsolable? OK, well I guess since this is a special lesbian emergency, we’ll have to break Hope Solo’s abs.
See, allllll better.
Not to be an unapologetic homer, but, um – USA! USA! USA! USA! USA! Right, sorry. I love you, other countries. But I REALLY love Team USA after that amazing, amazing game. It had everything. Bad calls. Really FUCKING bad calls. Last-minute goals. Really last FUCKING minute calls. Penalty kicks. Abby FUCKING Wambach. Hope FUCKING Solo. I said GODDAMN.I watched it in rerun late last night again and it was still so nerve wracking and so, so awesome. And in repeat you got to hear the announcer say, "It will go down as the USA's worst performance ever in the Women's World Cup" a mere 20 seconds before Abby Wambach blew up Brazil. How badass are these ladies? So badass. So in celebration of Team USA’s big win and trip to the semi-finals, here’s some bonus hugging each other with their legs in sportsmanship and all around awesomeness from our gals. America, fuck yeah.
Welcome to fist pump heaven.
Clutch penalty kick game clinchers make for happy feet.
Thanks to the beauty of this all-out, penalty saving stretch, you can see Hope’s navel piercing. What? I’m observant, so sue me.
How adorable is she? So adorable.
That’s what I call assaulting each other with your legs in sportsmanship.
I can’t be the only one who saw this and screamed “Kiss her!” Right?
Cuddle puddle.
Female soccer players always throw off my gaydar. Always. Take, for instance, Team USA above. I mean, sure they’ve got tank tops and arm porn and alternative-lifestyle haircuts. But what’s really throwing me off is their mad swagger. Not artificial swagger, like unnecessary limps or ridiculous grandstanding. No, the swagger that comes from years and years of getting kicked in the shins. From running up and down a 100-yard field more times than you can count. From sweat and concentration and grit and grass stains embedded in your skin. Soccer is fucking hard work. So when you’re good, you’ve got natural swagger. And that, that’s hot. It’s also hot that when the women score they tend to jump, legs first, into their teammates’ arms. Any sport that celebrates by hugging each other with your legs in friendship is a sport I want to watch. So to honor of the Women’s World Cup and all those amazing ladies with mad swagger, how about a little lady leg action?
So much for English reserve.
The leg wrap here is especially impressive.
Well, this just looks like we’re interrupting a private moment.
Seriously, what’s in the tea over there?
Sometimes hugging can cross precariously into mounting – not that I mind.
OK, ladies, time to get a room.
Never has the fact that goalies get to use their hands seemed more delicious.
Extra bonus point for the tongue.
Gorgeous, gay and ohmygod those guns. Also, she’s our mounty friend No. 9 above. Did I mention she’s my new favorite player?