day twenty-four of Bohemea’s November photo challenge: to-do list.
god tinkerbell is so photogenic
Life is like a box of marinara sauce and margaritas, you never know what you’re gonna get. What’s your favorite?
Someone’s been drunk enough to hire me (income!), so can I make sure that your ‘autowin’ Amazon affiliate gets the right credit/halfpennies for my purchase even if I’m buying things that aren’t linked directly from an article?
there’s a button on the right side of the screen (see attached) and also this link –>
Amazon via Austotraddle
Its not wrong to help a bicurious girl figure herself out right???? Like even if you think she is prooobably straight.
if she wants to and you want to
then go for it
[no feelings allowed though!]
The claim that sex workers “sell our bodies” is not only logically absurd (I was a prostitute for years, but my body is still right here with me), but totally sexist because it is based on the notion that a woman’s sexuality is her entire worth. The belief behind this expression is that since a woman has nothing of value to offer except her sexuality, if she “sells” that she has “sold herself” and there is nothing left. The fact that anti-sex worker activists use this expression so often says a lot about them.
Maggie McNeal Commenting on Chicago Tribune article (via thefumoblu)
Just in time for the holidays, we figured out how to sell gift subscriptions and books. Give someone just one book, or the superb gift of a year of great picks and membership in our book club. Or forward someone this as a gentle hint because that’s what you’d like to receive. No wrapping, no carbon footprint, no supporting major corporations, and no insultingly wrong sizes. In a nutshell: all the pleasure of giving someone a totally ethically correct gift, none of the knitting-with-homemade-cat-hair-yarn.
Bklyn Boihood: Episode 4 from anna barsan on Vimeo.
Check bklynboihood out in the 1st episode of SIGNIFIED, by Anna Barsan. For more peep, www.thisissignified.com
*inspiring*
(via bbh tumblr)
All of this is not to say that I don’t welcome critique, criticism, or conversation—oh god I so absolutely do. I love it when a comment or email or friend gives me some insight about how my ideas don’t quite work, or about how I’m doing something I’m unaware of. I just—still—continue to ask that it be done kindly and sensitively, as this shit is intense, personal, and can be very tender. There’s a big difference between conversation and hate mail, and it might be hard to pinpoint, but I bet you know it when you see it.
A friend wrote to me recently, “Do you think internet and blogging feel like they’re failing you as a medium lately because of the immediacy in which all the young, overly-invested in being overly-PC queers these days pass judgment? It’s harsh, brutal sometimes, and still I do so hope you won’t lose faith in it.” And yes, that is certainly some of it. For example? … I tried to reply, and have two pages of notes from conversations with friends about this post, and sure, I have at least a post’s worth of things to write up, but also? I don’t know if I can spend my time on that. I am desperately trying to get enough money to pay rent. I have places I can write which actually pay me money, and if I’m going to spend a long time writing up something, I’ll probably write something there. Plus, I need to get to the gym, write some smut, clean my apartment, fuck my girlfriend … probably a dozen or more things are more important. I guess I care less about defending my honor online than I used to, where before I probably wouldn’t have been able to relax until I had my side of the story up and written and clear and posted as best as I could.
any tips for a baby dyke who’s a little nervous about shopping in the men’s department for the first time?
If you’re feeling apprehensive and weird about shopping in the mens section, just remember that you’re probably the only one who’s feeling weird about shopping in the mens section.
Sometimes tell myself that no one cares, or that I could be shopping for my brother! Or my boyfriend! Like, no one else knows the difference, you could be buying a gift for someone.
So pay no mind to someone giving you a side eye girl, cause we’re the cool kids who breaks the rules and shop in opposite sections.
Political leaders in St. Petersburg are about to vote on law that will make it illegal for any person to write a book, publish an article or speak in public about being lgbtq
You’ve GOT to the fucking kidding me this ruined my Thanksgiving.