Reminder: Dr. King was a preacher who wore a suit and tie while preaching nonviolence. Despite that, he was still arrested, beaten, and ultimately murdered. Being “respectable” doesn’t guarantee that you won’t face police brutality and systematic racism. In fact, being “respectable” guarantees exactly jack shit.

Easy. Being called up on stage with Taj Mahal and then getting him high afterwards.

I REALLY HOPE HIS LAWYER IS TROLLING HIM OMG I’m so excited by the prospect I’m in all-caps mode.

““Day-to-day life is unbearably stressful, as Emma and her mattress parade around campus each and every day,”

This one is pretty inspired, Klaus

Damn straight.

I can’t understand female-spaces where transwomen aren’t welcome. Guess what? Probably most transwomen were born women. “Raised as girls”? What does that even mean? I think we’re moving ever closer to a world where parents no longer enforce arbitrary rules about what boys/girls can/can’t do/wear. Thank goodness. But…

Meat Patty Sovereign

I usually have the worst service at the big chain restaurants like Bison Feral Appendages, Pepper Pods, Italian Flatbread Shanty, and of cours the Blue Crustacean, though nothing beats that last story from Cow Milk Monarchess.

Jamie Layton’s story reminds me of a famous story I heard when I was working at a regional theater festival.

Your bolding is quite bold.

No shame there! In 4th grade, two of my friends and I took part in a lip-synch/talent show, where we dressed up as the Clintons and performed “Yesterday’s Gone” by Fleetwood Mac. I spray-dyed my hair blonde and was Hillary. It was pretty excellent.

We shall enshroud you with a Wiccan circle of safety and healing.

Like most people, I was an gangly teen- all pimples and limbs and braces. I had a huge, super nerd-girl crush on someone I’ll call Joe. Joe was a year older than me even though he was in the same grade, and had bit puberty sooner as a consequence, so was more man-than-boy shaped. Ravelston likied.

One look at time on…

I had a really terrible first dance.

I am an archaeologist who does remote fieldwork in the Canadian North. Halfway through a month-long stay in the bush, I contracted food poisoning from some probably spoiled Co-op breakfast sausages. In itself, not so bad.

However, we were camping away from the site we worked at, and our daily commute was a 45-minute…

I haven't been single in a loooong time. So when I get a weekend alone? Oh man, it's like a vacation.

My weird single habits are definitely food related. I'd be totally happy living on bread, cheese, hummus, tinned oysters (I know this is a weird one), eggs, avocados, apples, and like some chocolate. That and endless red wine. I've realizing after living with dudes that they do not consider constant light snacking…

The boob hold is SO comforting! Also mine are on the conservative side so I have to periodically remind myself that yes, they can jiggle.

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