WE LOVE YOU!
i hope you’re having really great sex right now. or cake! i love cake.
i think as long as you don’t ask to see them naked, you’re good.
thank you for this tip! you helped contribute to this week’s NSFW Sunday:
http://www.autostraddle.com/nsfw-lesbosexy-sunday-goes-yodeling-in-the-valley-98687
HEY READERS
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party on wayne xo
ugh straight girls should not be allowed to dress as vince noir! it’s too gay.
pretend you are CIA operatives, give fake names and leave as fast as possible
I thought that was the whole point.
My circles
riese - oh my god i’m only at “Tupac-focused” and I’m already laughing too hard to keep readng
MTE and this is my new favorite thing on AS
write all of the vague ideas in your first paragraph - all of them even if they suck - and then go on and write the rest of the letter. when you’re done with everything else, pick the sentence or two that suck the least, delete the rest, and see if it works.
My therapist tried to bring it back to me, per always. [Yes, I just started a sentence with “my therapist,” which is about as fascinating as, “my acid trip” or “my dream last night,” like keep that shit to yourself, no one cares.] My therapist wanted to know if my anger about Maine [the only topic I was interested in speaking about on Wednesday night] had anything to do with last week, when my girlfriend Alex’s Mom asked us the night before Alex’s 21-year-old cousin’s funeral if we could lay off that “we’re lesbians and we’re proud and we don’t care who knows it” shit at the funeral home. You know. That Radical Lesbian Shit we do all the time to make everyone else feel weird and show them how out we are.
Like, for example — just so you know what Alex’s Mom was talking about, and what my therapist was referencing, and then I’ll get back to Maine — earlier that night at Texas Roadhouse (suburban artery-clogging steakhouse) my girlfriend had placed her hand on my knee under the table. A circumspect display of affection, you may think. No biggie. BUT NO! Even we did not sense the gravity of our actions! This was not an ordinary leg touch. This was a secret recruitment tactic. We weren’t there for gigantic beer-battered fried onion blossoms, we were there to let everyone know that we are lesbians and we don’t care who KNOWS IT! (Although apparently we look alike, so it’s probs more of an Incest campaign than anything.)
read the rest: http://www.autostraddle.com/im-still-mad-gay-marriage-maine-19211/
i have turned all of my activity partners on to the power of the fan
exes tell me “i listen to a fan at night, you got me doing that”
they think they won’t like it, but they will.
also where do you live? i’ve never been anywhere where complete silence all night was even an option.
fan fan fan fan
