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This is how I told everyone to pronounce my name when I went to 4-H camp in 1991: Pretend you are speaking French, but the word for ‘knee’ is the same as it is in English. Point to your knee and say la knee, then be shocked by your knee! Be amazed! Say ah! Now say it all together: la knee, ah! Now say it faster! YOU ARE TOTALLY SAYING MY NAME. Also if you want you can say it like linear, but replace the er sound at the end with an ah sound, you would also totally be saying my name. This is a lot, isn’t it? You can also pronounce it like, YOU ARE EVEN SHORTER THAN I THOUGHT YOU’D BE?! or I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ATE ALL OF THE ALMONDS DON’T YOU KNOW THERE’S A DROUGHT.
If you ever wanted to know how to pronounce Laneia, check this out. There’s so many answers to questions in this post, questions which are probably burning inside you as you read this! Questions about Trader Joe’s!
Riese tells me there was no new queer stuff on Salem this week, but that there is lesbian stuff on Lizzie Borden. I am juxtaposing those two things because of all the blood and how I can’t watch them.
A fun fact is that no one is keeping score; there is no point value designated for anything you do! Generally speaking, in most respects. Certainly there are things which are owed to others, or are morally correct: if we hit something with our car, we should stop and take care of it; if we have a deadline at work, we should probably meet it. But for things which are occurring only within your private sphere, think about how often you make decisions based upon the vague feeling that they are being judged by some sort of other. Which to watch, a documentary or Bad Girls Club? Which to eat, the nachos or the farro salad? To go to the lecture on permaculture microfarming or to take a nap? Would your decisionmaking on any of these things change if you didn’t feel like you had to justify it, or that you had to do the “correct” thing (which is different than the right thing)? Something to think about! (This thought exercise perhaps not applicable if you do believe for religious, spiritual or philosophical reasons that there is someone keeping score, in which case sorry.)
Carolyn wants to know what you would bring with you on an epic journey if you had to leave the rest behind. Go tell her!
Since I turned 30, I have felt an urgent, unyielding, existential tug on my mind asking and asking and asking if I’m using the quick breath of life I have on this earth to do something that counts. Every day — sometimes multiple times a day — I ask myself, ‘If I get smashed by a car today, will I have given all the goodness I had to give?’ I want to die broke from spending goodness. I don’t want any goodness left in the bank. I want to have splurged on the world. On cats and dogs and panda bears and the people I love and the people I barely know and the planet itself.
Heather Hogan via What Does It Mean To Be A Queer Adult? The Autostraddle Roundtable
The Lesbian Sex Survey
— open to all female-identified folks who have sex with other
female-identified folks — garnered 8,566 complete responses (and another
7,000 incompletes), of which 89% came from people between the ages of
18 and 36. In addition to asking about the sex you have with other
humans, we had quite a few questions about the sex you have with
yourself. Let’s get into it.
I’m writing this on Thursday night, next to a Kerr jar filled with freesia and a glass of organic red wine because that’s what happens when you get married. You just get freesia as soon as it’s in season. No one tells you that because a) it’s wrong to get married for the freesia alone, and b) they know that if more people got married, there wouldn’t be enough freesia to go around. I, on the other hand, love you dearly, as if you were my own sister or otherwise-gendered familial entity, so I will tell you these things. You don’t get wine for being married, though. That comes with having kids.
This week’s Friday Open Thread is all about gettin’ zen with your bad self. Get in here!
Button and Bly, the lesbian travel show of probably your dreams, is coming back for their third season as part of a collaboration with Autostraddle, website of your dreams! And they’re starting back home by taking you around Los Angeles.
I’m also only wearing the things I want to wear. Fuck a bunch of fucking jeans and fucking v-necks. I’d rather just not leave that house than wear that shit again.
This week on Grey’s Anatomy, someone had the bright idea to unleash a half-dozen ankle-biters on Grey-Sloan Memorial, forgetting a that it’s regularly set upon by bombs and shooters and great hungry lions who feast on the flesh of humans. Stellar planning, Board of Education. Absolutely top notch.
If there’s anything good to be said about this plan, it’s that Webber has been assigned to usher the munchkins through their tour. He was the chief for about a million years, and these guys are just like really small interns.
Next time you are in an airport/a stressful traveling situation, mount a campaign of being as nice to people as possible, especially employees. Thank everyone who does the tiniest thing, no matter how cranky you are. If you’re really not feeling it, try making a game to see how many times you can say ‘Thanks, I appreciate it.’