My friend requested a Cake Wreck-y sheet cake, and trying to convey intentionally bad decoration is surprisingly hard! Plus: my “EVE Talk” on eros and katsudon.
This cocktail is fancy, colorful, and extra, which are three words I’d use to describe my gender expression as a nonbinary femme.
We can handle nettles by taking a page from Ivan Coyote and “cowboying down.”
A three-course Hannibal-inspired meal. “When Love was shown me with such terrors fraught/ As may not carelessly be spoken of.”
Self-care is critical to be able to stand and fight another day, and for me, the easiest self-care is making myself a cup of fancy tea.
Am I doing this right?
This recipe is a gift from the two of us to you all for Valentine’s Day. Even though it’s a bullshit capitalist holiday that hinges on expressing love by either participating in socially sanctioned, exploitative expressions of heteronormativity or by equally problematic mocking thereof, I urge you to use this opportunity for the radical act of loving yourself.
“I’m the katsudon fatale that enthralls men.”
2016, what the heck even. You were the worst year: everyone died, including a significant number of queer icons and feminists, as well as several individuals who were influential in the oppression of the LGBTQ+ folks during the AIDS crisis; and we elected someone so unqualified and corrupt that, if he and his cabinet picks…
It’s true–nothing says “Christmas cookie” to the Ohioan like spritz. So, to accompany today’s very Midwestern holiday cookie recipe, here are some organizations that support queer rights and reproductive justice in the general vicinity of my hometown in southern Ohio.
I understand that food blogs carrying on as scheduled is a source of comfort and normality in these first three days. However, for my first 100 days of activism, this blog is going to be relentlessly queer. Rainbow-laser queer. Queer turned to 11.
[queerness intensifies] First, we start with self care.