I absolutely agree. There are at least three degrees of separation between what we want and who we actually vote for. Colour me alienated. 

How does a professional model not know what to do with her arms? Is she mirroring him for some reason?

The people against it really do sound crazy, and they’re rattling around in a vacuum. It’s very satisfying.

It was an accident, my brother’s fault, not the dog’s. My mother’s respect for animals was good, but as kids in the 70s (cocktail parties, divorces — think Mad Men) we weren’t really... cared for. So yeah. We have a funny sense of our place in the world, no better or worse than a chicken. My mother would have seen…

I had a farm friend that this happened to. Attacked by a rooster in the morning and it was dinner that night. Then I had the realization that my mother would never have valued me over a chicken. We had a dog that ripped half my brother’s face off by accident, and we just all went on living together. I think it was…

Oh, it’s really good, once you get over the nakedness. I got it by accident at a Chinese restaurant years ago and never went back. The chicken is just steamed, and you eat it with a sauce. The one I make is just ginger, green onion, salt (lots) and oil, not cooked. It turns very easily into soup — just greens and the…

You’re not counting the hate-watchers like me and my mom. It’s been a lot of work, but I’m so glad we kept up with him. Robin is fucking nuts - go look at her skin care stuff. It’s all fantastic in a bad way.

I read once, can’t remember where, that men create the rules and women enforce them. 

Huh! I know a racialized kid (now almost 40) from a bad neighbourhood who has covered himself with spider webs and death symbols make him scary to gang members (and employers, sigh). I know him to be the biggest suck — I hire him to for construction and to clean my very primitive basement (lol). I’ve always marvelled…

YES!!!! That is so great. I hadn’t thought of that. Thank you!

I was really trying really hard with a man on the internet who was in a constant fury about #metoo, which blew up all his real life dates. I thought maybe — maybe — if I did not blow up at some of the stupid things he said he’d be less of a menace to other women he dated, and maybe — maybe — could be someone I could…

I was down and out in Paris (mentally ill, no ticket back) and found a nice guy who put me up, let me sleep, and fucked me until I was all better. Over the months we were together, he taught me all the worst words. I would deploy them randomly, explaining innocently to people at parties with my English accent and big…

That’s how we roll around here. It’s taken me a lifetime to learn how to describe it. 

I looked at you tonight, on the map, from Canada. Well done! 

Spoiler alert! Pissed of tiger hunts down the last guy who shot him. Tracks him for days, finds him, trashes his house, catches and kills and eats him, leaves nothing but an empty uniform in the snow. It’s a sad portrait of the pressures on tigers and indigenous people in Siberia that push them into conflict with each…

You and me both. I love my giant phone. Fits right into my giant hands.

Okay, I’ve got a guy (complicated/non-sexual) who believes that the bacteria in his mouth will all take care of each other, and he doesn’t want to disturb the flora in there. It’s clearly not working, and in other ways he’s an evidence-based, logical person, but he can’t see that. I’m worried about him having a heart…

My mom is a jazz singer. She sang the night before I was born. The show must go on! 

She’s got a thigh gap while lying down. No chins, thin arms. It’s all tricks, all the way down. As I get older I realize what I’ve lost by rejecting my body, which is me, which is my life, which is my presence in this world, but then I still fall for it, every time, like I was born to believe the wrong people. I…

Okay, long time herpes sufferer — and I do mean suffer. I got it at 19 (I’m 52 now). I’m still getting it, all over the place, arms, hips, asshole. Just lately, it’s traveled past my spine, onto the other ass cheek. Plus I really did a fucking number on myself when I got it, and when I got kind of better mentally,…