“Guys” sounds normal, “gals” sounds dumb. Same with dudettes. I hear “bro” every 5 seconds but never “sis.” Is this BOTP? (Best acronym ever, btw).
yes
i usually say y'all or ‘you all’
hi. i just chopped off eleven inches of hair with scissors!
i am so glad you used scissors instead of machetes or razorblades
i don’t agree with the view point of the sex in public article at all, but just wanna say, i love you for publishing it. i learned a lot from the comments. on AS. not Jezebel comments. it’s just hateful over there.
oh thank you. you should thank laneia though, i honestly had not a thing to do with it! i couldn’t look at the jezebel comments because i was already so upset that i didn’t think i could take it. sometimes i take it super-duper personally, and i hate that, because we can’t just keep publishing shit i agree with forever. sometimes somebody needs to take a risk. right? i mean… or maybe i’m just telling myself that so that it doesn’t feel like emotional torture. anyhow, yeah, i didn’t agree with her viewpoint either, but i wasn’t stressed about it. i think things are okay where nobody else is bothered or harmed. like in general.
Yay Spring Awakening! I’m going to see a local production tonight, at a lesbian bar! It made me really happy that someone else asked about it.
oh wow, they already do local productions? that’s crazy! yeah haviland saw it when it was off-off-broadway b/c that’s when hav and i first became friends and she had already been really good friends with lea, and we’d both recently joined myspace (YUP) and i remember haviland wrote a “myspace blog post” about how good spring awakening was and that we all had to see it if we could. then it became a thing, and then a bigger thing, and haviland kept trying to tell me that ‘we’ve all got our junk’ and then one day lainy emailed me while i was at work and said she had front row seats and did i want to go with her and i said yes, and then i did! she was v.excited, lainy, for a few reasons, about the show. i really liked it, so i took my mom to see it when she was in town. anyhow, yaeah!
it’s good to take this out every now and then and remember it–> Real L Word S1 ‘Looking Back’ Part One (PARODY) by Autostraddle.com (by marielyn176)
is it a really terrible idea to hook up with this girl who i’m very attracted to but who’s a douchebag?
think of your naked body as someone’s reward. you want to reward people for being smart/hilarious/adorable/talented/interesting/kind/good, not for being ‘attractive douchebags.’ anyone can be an attractive douchebag. don’t reward mediocrity.
“Untitled”
You did say, need me less and I’ll want you more.
I’m still shellshocked at needing anyone,
used to being used to it on my own.
It won’t be me out on the tiles till four-
thirty, while you’re in bed, willing the door
open with your need. You wanted her then,
more. Because you need to, I woke alone
in what’s not yet our room, strewn, though, with your
guitar, shoes, notebook, socks, trousers enjambed
with mine. Half the world was sleeping it off
in every other bed under my roof.
I wish I had a roof over my bed
to pull down on my head when I feel damned
by wanting you so much it looks like need.
Marilyn Hacker (via modellesbians)
Year’s End
Twice in my quickly disappearing forties
someone called while someone I loved and I were
making love to tell me another woman had died of cancer.Seven years apart, and two different lovers:
underneath the numbers, how lives are braided,
how those women’s death and lives, lived and died, were
interleaved also.Does lip touch on lip a memento mori?
Does the blood-thrust nipple against its eager
mate recall, through lust, a breast’s transformations
sometimes are lethal?Now or later, what’s the enormous difference?
If one day is good, is a day sufficient?
Is it fear of death with which I’m so eager
to live my life outnow and in its possible permutations
with the one I love? (Only four days later,
she was on a plane headed west across the
Atlantic, work-bound.)Men and women, mortally wounded where we
love and nourish, dying at thirty, forty,
fifty, not on barricades, but in beds of
unfulfilled promise:tell me, senators, what you call abnormal?
Each day’s obits read as if there’s a war on.
Fifty-eight-year-old poet dead of cancer:
warrior womanlaid down with the other warrior women.
Both times when the telephone rang, I answered,
wanting not to, knowing I had to answer,
go from two bodies’infinite approach to a crest of pleasure
through the disembodied voice from a distance
saying one loved body was clay, one wave of
mind burst and broken.Each time we went back to each other’s hands and
mouths as to a requiem where the chorus
sings death with irrelevant and amazing
bodily music.
Marilyn Hacker (via modellesbians)
i have to admit i squealed a little bit when i saw the “sponsored by ob” post. that’s good right? i think autostraddle deserves ALL the advertisers!
yes! thank you! no for real, we’re genuinely excited about this – we’ve been working on this campaign for months to make it both effective for them and non-obtrusive/pleasant/on-brand for you, and it’s just really cool that they wanna invest in lesbians and in autostraddle (despite all the controversial shit we do, which they have no problem with). it’s basically our dream come true w/r/t an advertiser. so yeah! support us/them!
i know you give a lot but i need a thing, a warm sweeping riese answer please. my parents are divorcing/little sis is failing out of rehab&sleeping on the street/friend killed herself sunday/it’s finals week. i am drowning,drowned. how do i find peace
you can’t
stop trying
trying is probably really frustrating
because it’s impossible
and you don’t want to be frustrated
AND drowning,
that’s a lot of negativity.
you are dealing with fractures
in your family and friends
ruptured worlds you trusted
focus on your finals
get that done.
you can do that.
school is a thing you can do.
hold your breath –
it’s ok, you don’t have to hold it forever –
and get through it.
then at the end of the week if your pain
has softened, that’s good
and if it is the same, then deal with it, let it out
in a journal or to a friend
to friends, to a therapist,
to a dog
and then you go on
day by day
like the rest of us
until that pain becomes a speck in your world.
something like that,
i think.
so should i have sex in this bathroom right now? JUST KIDDING I LOVE YOU GUYS.
thank you for asking! you know what i honestly think? i think you should do what you wanna do if it doesn’t bother anyone. i’ve made out in a lot of bathrooms, A LOT – and i mean the single-person kind, not like where there are stalls or something, i’ve never done that (it’s so obvious!) – but if somebody knocks or there’s a line, you get the fuck out of there! generally as a person i don’t like strangers to look at me or pay attention to me, so usually i try to be as invisible as possible, so obviously i’m already drunk in this case, but whatever, like i just would peace out i guess? i’d be so scared of people getting mad at me when i walked out of the bathroom or giving me angry eyes. also, new york is totally fucked so, prepare yourself, it’s a thrill