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Tag Archives: Sloth
Feminist Writer’s Block, aka Why I’m Lying in Bed Instead of Working
In a recent email exchange with Queerie, I mentioned I’ve come down with a vicious case of feminist writer’s block. It might just seem like a turn of phrase to excuse why I haven’t been posting lately, but it’s far more … Continue reading
Posted in Confessions, Essays, Off Our Chests
Tagged activism, feminist, personal, sadness, self-care, Sloth, writer's block
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Temptation Tuesday: My bed
It is Tuesday, the day in which we discuss the glories of temptation. Last night, I gave into other temptations and stayed up far too late with D.E. before taking zir to the airport to fly to China, where ze … Continue reading
18.1 miles and I didn't even crash
Today was my fist unofficial AIDS Lifecycle training ride. I rode 18.1 whole miles without falling over, crashing or dying. I’m awesome. Proof of my survival. Or at least that I dressed up in riding gear for this picture.
The Adventurous Klutz Hangs Christmas Lights
While in Southern California for my hometown rodeo, my little niece rudely gave me the flu. I spent the week of my return rotating between my bathroom, my bed and my couch, regretting my decision to live without TV or … Continue reading
Cubicle (Non) Adventure
Working at a desk all day sucks… (and now) we can discuss ways to make my current cubicle existence unsuck. Continue reading
Cubicle (Non)Adventure
Working at a desk all day sucks… (and now) we can discuss ways to make my current cubicle existence unsuck. Continue reading
I Didn't Die
I feel like every day I do something that takes a bit of concentration, balance and athleticism and don’t die is a victorious day. Continue reading
