I love the subtle "masc" "fem" differences your artist incorporated. Very pretty. >.<

We got matching Aladdin Sane tattoos on our one year anniversary because of our mutual love for David Bowie.

Husband and I secretly eloped in Key West, came back with fancy new rings and coordinates of the beach we got hitched on.

I just read the Philly Mag piece..why is it that every article about tattoos ever includes a caveat re the permanence about tattoos? WE GET IT/that's kind of the point.

because everything is golden when we are together

Watching Little Edie circle round the revelation in the documentary Greg Gardens, I was struck by the thought that we all secretly long for self-awareness. If our lives are a puzzle that we must solve, sometimes (if we suspect that the finished image will be an ugly one) it's easier to let it go unsolved. If the…

Sally O'Malley pretending to be a stupid teenager for street cred? Seems like a thing!

That's most days, but today—Today, I actually got to take a swing at it.

Erin, the irony of this is she posts a quote like this about not critiquing a woman's appearance but when you point out problems with anything she's saying or doing, 500 of her diehard fans will tweet you and call you "ugly" to defend her because they love her so much and they live with love in their hearts because of…

You're like a modern-day Frodo, Erin. No one knows it's really you who has the One Ring. No one believes you can make it to Mount Doom and live to tell the tale. But here you are, Erin, at Mount Doom, and you're telling your story, and goddammit, you're going to push Madonna into the fires of Mount Doom and ride away…

"You can't make crispy bacon bowls in the goddamn microwave. That is not how microwaves or bacon work."

Your first two paragraphs got me thinking that the misattributed quote that Madonna used was going to be, "Nobody cares about your stupid boner."

I loved that piece. It was really well-written. I can completely understand the frustration of the mis-attribution.

I am not 'Hilary Clinton.' And please stop using something I wrote to promote your goddamn album.

It takes years to master, and though it does have its rewards, the reward I seek is not a hot dog. Moose does tricks; I memorize lines, say words, even walk around and stuff. But I don't need a trainer standing off-camera, gesticulating wildly and waving around a piece of meat, to know where I'm supposed to look.

It's like that scene in "The Wedding Singer" when Julia & Robbie are sitting with Fay and she says:

Missed the line about not finding any correlation with race, huh?

Victor Hugo 'for' The Knot? Did they dig up the man and commission a quote from him just for this purpose?

Okay, but what's the average vagina size?