LGBTRex
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8 years ago @ The Toast - Go On, Get Out Of Here · 0 replies · +37 points
8 years ago @ The Toast - A note on The Toast · 3 replies · +13 points
8 years ago @ The Toast - Thank You, Toast. · 1 reply · +10 points
But even more than that, thank you for sharing about your experiences of adoption and race. I grew up in a community where many people had adopted, many transracially, and as a queer woman i expected that I would adopt kids someday. You writing has added complexity and (appropriate) difficulty to my thoughts about all of that. Thank you for helping me be a better human and potential parent someday.
8 years ago @ The Toast - The Negro Motorist Gre... · 0 replies · +19 points
8 years ago @ The Toast - “Mad, conceited, lea... · 0 replies · +10 points
8 years ago @ The Toast - Stores: A Butch Storie... · 0 replies · +25 points
(And also probably Can Get It. Butch people are pretty dang attractive.)
8 years ago @ The Toast - So Are We Just Not Goi... · 1 reply · +69 points
I clearly Have Some Feelings About This.)
8 years ago @ The Toast - So Are We Just Not Goi... · 4 replies · +105 points
8 years ago @ The Toast - Everything What's Wron... · 1 reply · +102 points
My college roommate knew how much I hated possums and bought a stuffed animal possum sold at Cracker Barrel (the greatest of the fine establishment's crimes). She then proceeded to hide it in various locations for the next several months: the trunk of my car, in my backpack, under the covers in my bed. You'd think it wouldn't be creepy because it was just a stuffed animal, but it had the right " ONE POINT FIVE CATS" size and "slithery nude little shit-tail" and was horrifying. EVERY. TIME.
My first job out of college, I seized upon the Christmas white elephant gift exchange as they ideal opportunity to get rid of it once and for all. It was the prized/most-stolen gift, and I rejoiced that it had at last benefited me in social capital, the dastardly thing.
A week later, I yelped in horror as I rounded the corner in the coat closet, to find it hanging there from its little shit-tail, and realized that I had inflicted it upon myself in a whole new context.
And that is my possum story.
Possums: they're horrifying even when stuffed animals.