Re-posted and slightly edited from the comments to a locked post on someone else's LJ, mostly for my own remembering:

I determined a long time ago -- I think sometime in or perhaps just after university -- that any holiday that people think is somehow special simply by virtue of being marked on the calendar is very likely to cause stress and ( Read more... )

Yesterday, in the course of a phonecall about seasonal logistics, my mom felt it necessary to mention to me that she'd been chatting with a friend who had seen my dad at lunch with several old cronies, and that the three of them were completely shitfaced, and that my dad had then proceeded to drive home ( Read more... )

Spoke with my grandmom today. Sometime in between my mom telling me her room number and the phone number for the hospital and my calling her, they moved her to the rehab ward. So the first time I phoned, I got someone else's grandmother, who had no idea who I or my grandmom might be. I was like "She's 93 and she can't move her right leg or arm. She ( Read more... )

A long, long time ago, a friend took me to Alateen. She and I had bonded, in part, over the substance-abuse problems in our respective families, and she'd found a lot of good in the program. It didn't take with me, long term, but it didn't do me any harm, and some of the people I met there had some useful things to say, from their experience ( Read more... )

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Dear Cancer,

That is it. I have had more than enough.

You suck. Fuck off and die.

No love,
Zingerella

I don't have cancer. Please do not be worrying about me. If you can spare some goodwill for my uncle, who is facing death with serenity and grace, please do.

The Great Feminist Intarweb Kinky Secks and Blowjob, RadFem, Sexpos, Sex-hating Strawfem Flameup has, in addition to provoking a predictable level of outrage, and some interesting thinking and writing about power dynamics and sexual politics in and out of the bedroom, produced some of The Intarweb Soundbytes of the week, if not the month.

R. ( Read more... )

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Happy May to all. May good things bloom with it.

( Endings (cut for anyone who doesn't want to read about my love life) )

“Are you going to be o.k. riding home tonight? Do you want to leave your bike here?” Publisher Dude asked me, as he left, concerned that my morning spill might have made left me too injured or nervous to ride home ( Read more... )