Archives For Acceptance

War of Words

August 13, 2013 — 11 Comments

0021 War of wordsI handed my mom a printed copy of my blog post Killing Time. “Here,” I say. “Read this.”

“What is it?”

“Something I wrote for my blog.”

“Your what?”

“My blog. Remember? We agreed I’d print the parts you’re allowed to read so you wouldn’t have to see the stuff you Continue Reading…

Inside My Bubble

August 8, 2013 — 25 Comments

I started out wanting to write a post about my search for funny lesbian blogs on WordPress – I’m nothing if not a humor 0018 funny 03whore. I didn’t intend to say such blogs don’t exist, ButchOnTap and Miss N Corner are proof that they do. I was just going to ask the funny lesbians to step forward and identify themselves so I could join their followers (and I’d still appreciate knowing who and Continue Reading…

Korean Drama Mama

February 6, 2013 — 26 Comments

0014 Korean Drama MamaHave you ever forgotten something you know you know? Or failed to put two and two together because you didn’t have a calculator handy or, like me, you’re pretty good at readin’ and writin’ but are a bit ‘rithmetically challenged? Continue Reading…

Say It Ain’t So Jo

August 27, 2012 — 9 Comments

I am aware (mostly because I’ve been told) that in some ways I’m probably not a very good lesbian. I’m rock solid in the basics: attraction to women, ability to identify lady-parts by taste, touch and sight, expertise in the function and operation of said parts, attention to detail and excellence in performance, delivery and results. But apparently I fall short in the whole FALAGABATATA (Federal Agency of Lesbians and Gays and Bisexuals and Transgender and Transsexual Americans) political/community involvement/cultural awareness area. It’s not that I don’t care about issues that affect us, I do care. It’s just that the issues tend to fall on the serious side of the spectrum while the basics are winking at me from the other end. And that’s distracting. Really, really distracting. Continue Reading…

Sometimes when I’m sitting under a big, shady tree on my sprawling country estate, reading one of the classics – perhaps Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris or Mary Roach’s Stiff – and sipping a cool, refreshing beverage, a group of children from the local village Continue Reading…