Don’t take the title the wrong way folks, I don’t hate myself and I sure as hell don’t want to change just because of the way people perceive me. I just wanted to write about it. And basically it’s just a long assed ramble. I think perhaps part of the problem is society’s standard of [...]
I blame my ever-suffering mother for everything I have inherited. Mental illness? Yup. Big tits? Oh yeah. Uncomprehending love of stuffed animals? ‘Fraid so. Lesbianism? Damn right. Since I was a tot, my mother has loved and adored the art of Frank Frazetta and Boris Vallejo. She owns a ton of Vallejo art books and [...]
Don’t worry, no horrible family stories from me this time. Lately there have been a couple of really good posts about being butch. Go read them, they’re awesome. I just thought I’d throw my two cents in on the subject of the butch conundrum. I’ve been butch since I can remember. It all started when [...]
Bet that title made ya sit up and take notice. When I lived in Butte, Montana, I lived in an incredibly old and dilapidated trailer that my parents had hauled with them from Phoenix. Before I resided therein, it had been rented out to an odd assortment of people and for the most part we [...]
I have this awesome set of five arcade cards called Your Perfect Love Mate, describing the perfect woman, framed in my home. These cards were printed in 1941 and each one has a picture of a pretty girl and then a little paragraph underneath describing the attributes she should have. I figured I’d share them [...]
