Pride was a few weeks ago in Seattle, and while we really haven’t had much of a summer (as we’d been promised) it didn’t stop folks from stripping down, dancing in the streets, and being freely and gloriously exactly who they are. Rand and I popped down to see the parade and enjoy the festivities,…
Though the extensive cloud-cover, rain, and 50-degree weather suggests otherwise, it’s nearly summertime here in Seattle. I’m quite excited, because it means that those of us who live here can emerge out of our Snuggie cocoons and venture outside, squinting, somewhat horrified, at the sun. It also means that quite a few folks will be…
Oh, for the love of fuck, Kathika. I want us to be friends. I love you, I really do. But lately I’m wondering if you’re actually bothering to smoke the crack, or just swallowing the rocks whole like so many Tic-Tacs. Because you just wrote a post about Seattle landmarks and YOU LEFT OUT THE…
My muscles hurt. This is only slightly unexpected. I have been known, on occasion, to go for a run, even if it might be in pursuit of an ice cream truck. But lately, I’ve been running, doing the occasional push-up, and, perhaps most shockingly of all, I’ve been eating with a more discerning eye. This…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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