I'll say this for astrology: it told me I should never date a Taurus. IT WAS VERY RIGHT.

My love for this cannot be adequately expressed in words.

Yeah, I have ROYGBIV followed but I like being able to click to the blog page easily as well. It just feels better with the obsessive refreshings.

This frustrates the heck out of me! I just wound up bookmarking ROYGBIV in a browser bar shortcut. All better.

This is a really, really interesting read. Thank you for boosting it over here.

Every time I open my ice bin now I'm going to be disappointed when there's NOT a grumpy live crab waiting for me.

Heyoh it's Mel being late to the party again, but:

This. Fiance basically cornered me in the front row of a sold-out rock concert and even though I knew it was coming and it was adorable and one of the best moments in my life I was STILL pretty pissed at him.

You're my favorite.

Ha ha "Transsexual Menace" — DO WANT!

Right. I can't say that it's all trans folks, because mama didn't raise no fool — but it's most of the trans folks I know, and definitely the trans guy I'm engaged to.

Update: talked this out a little with the mister. He says, paraphrased, "I don't want a trans culture. I want a trans support group and a fair shot at straight culture." So many thoughts!

This is such an interesting piece, as is Sullivan's; thank you for thinking and writing about it. All the discussions in comments have been enormously thoughtful and interesting as well. My thoughts are still nascent and nebulous, so I'm going to keep most of them to myself — but I do find that a lot of your…

Thank you for expanding because oh, I agree. That's why I also wish I lived in a world where her experience as a transgender woman of color was celebrated, instead of sticking her in a niche casting hole — this (among other things) would give her more opportunity to have more influence. I wish this about a lot of…

I'm a little confused. Could you say more, please?

I did this weird thing last Christmas where I infused gin with orange peel and grains of paradise. It wound up completely unpalatable on its own (SO SPICY!) but I mixed it into a cherry sour with montmorency cherry juice, lemon juice, maple sugar, and egg white and the next thing I knew everybody wanted one so I had…

I need to try a jasmine martini!

I'm a bartender who knows how to make a sidecar! However, that's just because I want to know, not because more than two people have ever ordered them. Which bums me out because I love making classic cocktails almost as much as I love drinking them.

Without any desire to start a boob size war, I am a bit jealous — only because I would rather dryclean or discard one of my dozens of tops than one of my handful of decent skirts/trous. These mini tits barely catch a damned thing, and lord knows I'm too stupid to just let it land on my napkin.

I try to tell this to my fiance, but then he just says "fine, you can eat my avocados" and ... I can't argue with that. I fucking love avocados.