1.5 nonstop minutes of long walks on the beach, Haviland’s Sarah Croce impression, Alex on drums and so much more!
Oh, the joys of childhood and addled essence…
Since it’s Sunday Funday I get to warm your heart with stories of gays defying expectations, following their dreams, and getting a little love. Also a zebra.
When someone says “Kids won’t understand how two men can be married” what they mean, what they’re trying to say, is “I don’t understand how two men can be married.” When they say “Kids won’t understand why their dick looks different from daddy’s” they’re trying to explain “I don’t understand why you want to be different from tradition.” When they say “Kids won’t know who’s the daddy and who’s the mommy” they are telling you “I cannot comprehend a world without very rigid gender roles, and as far as I know neither can anyone else.” If anyone can think of a counterexample, let me know, but from where I’m standing, it looks like every use of the “confused kids” argument is just people pushing their own incomprehension off onto some largely-hypothetical kids.
Sometimes I’ll just be going about my day. And then I’ll remember that my mom died and then I’ll feel like someone punched me in the chest. Is this normal? Does it stop?
no, it doesn’t stop
but you get used to the bruise
I’ve had medium length fingernails for the past 3 yrs and it was never a problem with masturbation. But I’m finally dating and I realized that ettiquette says I should cut them short. Is this really a big thing? Will girls not want to date me if I don’t?
they’ll date you but you can’t fuck them
i’m like, a person whose nails are always done
but they’re done literally as short as they possibly can be
it makes it easier to type, too
there’s just some things that are tender
and tear
This week on TV, everyone is doing things that make them both excited and uncomfortable. Check out our recaps of Parks and Recreation, Community and Big Bang Theory.
Standing in the Goods
Inferno and the Myth of the American Working-Class Artist
by Sady Doyle
“I could go for about a month without working. That was the amount of debt I could float.” — “Eileen Myles,” the narrator of Inferno (a poet’s novel)
Portraits of bohemian poverty are a dime a dozen. Describing your crappy apartment, elaborately painful relationships and the earlier, cuter stages of alcoholism is a way to show that one is suffering for one’s art and is therefore good at both. As Eileen Myles puts it, even just a few years of poverty can get “the dirt of authenticity” under the nails of comfortably middle-class artists. But Myles’s relationship to money isn’t a pose, or a bid for admiration. Money, for her, is a continual undercurrent of concern.
Autostraddle 2012 Calendar
Go to Autostraddle and pre-order your calendar! Julie and Brandy are April and May!
Julie reminds me of Batman, here.
Love the loose bow-tie!
2. that after so long, is there anyway to make it not painfully awkward (a bit of awkwardness would be fine, i think)
oh good you’re alive after all
that’s a relief