Just had lunch today with my bridesmaid (she was 9, so my mom kept calling her the 'junior bridesmaid' - so she started calling herself the 'junior woodchuck'.) Of course now she is a full grown genius and mama. It's been a few years, so that was lovely ( Read more... )

Dear magnificentmndi,

I don't mean to sound like one of those stalkery weird single-white-female people who reply "me too!" and co-opt everything you say. But there are some startling similarities in our backstory that need to be highlighted.

And rather than just say "me too" I am offering up this photographic evidence:


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I never listened to The Gits when we shared the same city in the early 1990's, instead I came to them as many people did, via the sensational and sickening murder and violation of their lead singer. I was a 22-year old welfare mom with no support, and very little hipster cred in a city of scenesters. In all my years in Seattle I barely left Ballard ( Read more... )

A little later, I will be off to funnydyke's house to help her prep for a dinner party. funnydyke is amusing in her pre-party frenzy in that the feminist bad-ass turns into a total 1950's socialite. She frets hard core - and this despite every one of her occasions turning out sparkling every time. I like to think it is her Inner Morman showing. The same Inner ( Read more... )

This last weekend, the person who was my real life introduction into what the Labor movement is made of died ( Read more... )

Everyone writes a journal secretly hoping others will read it. I think the fact that all my paper journals were read only by me is why I was never successful at keeping one for very long. This, on the other hand means it is private in the most important ways, but that the writer has an audience ( Read more... )

This week in 2003 ( Read more... )

So I lied ( Read more... )

So a few months back I remember telling someone that I didn't have any horrible coming out stories. Ah, so much has changed ( Read more... )

I went because my mother told me too. G. texted me that her friend had died and then the days-long string of communication between us snapped and I got nothing but silence for three days. My mom said to text her that I was coming down and leave ( Read more... )