Here we are, on a beautiful moonlit night, wrapped in a passionate kiss.
Because I wouldn’t want you to think this is, like regular Coke or something. As long as we’re clear that this is the aspartame of affection! Nothing real or natural, no substance and no nutritional value. Then sure, you can pop fizz all over my face.
Chances are, after all the sh*t that went down yesterday with the VRA, DoMA, and #StandWithWendy, that you’re probably a little riled up over something. Are you celebrating? Pissed? Scared? Toweling off before the next round? You probably should.
If you did manage to somehow make it to this blog without having heard about any of the history being made in the last 30 hours, and without being crushed by the weight of the rock you live under, I dedicate today’s quote to you.
Right. Because she’s going to school for prostitution?
Ever get awkward charitable help–that you didn’t quite want–from a significant other?
I don’t think I’m going out on a limb here by suggesting this guy was joking about the hooker… But really? Is that supposed to be cute? Funny? Cute and funny? Because I got a little nauseous.
Or maybe he wasn’t joking.
My new show opens tonight, so I thought I’d get a little personal.
Guess what else? Surprise! I don’t look for a parent in my boyfriend. Sometimes this site is cathartic for me, too.
Never let somebody else tell you who or what to be. Especially not in the name of love. That’s not love.