Okay, so. This is a blog. My blog, in fact. And in it I shall record thoughts, retell day to day happenings and shenanigans, occasionally post pictures, and do other typical blog like things.

And maybe, some day, it will be interesting to people who don’t know me.

While I initially liked the WP theme I’d been using the past week or so—Derek Punsalan’s Grid Focus—I found the main text column a bit constrained for my writing taste. Also, it was a tad narrow for the sort of photo gallery tables or horizontally oriented photographs I usually post.

So, I’ll be playing around with various theme styles for a while, in an effort to find something I can work with. Basically I need a minimalist layout, but with some room to include a calendar and a list of recent posts. I really like this one right now, for writing (Derek Powazek’s DePo Square), but I’m not sure I can add other stuff to the left or right columns.

It’s been rather windy in the Valley Isle lately, thus working on the beach is harsh on my laptop (flying sand not so good), so I’ve just been parking myself at Maui Coffee Roasters or the main Border’s bookstore in Kahului. This hasn’t been exactly a holiday weekend for me, as things have gotten busy at work and I have both Elementary and Secondary Division catalogs to finish before too long.

After Thanksgiving Day, the kids were off to various cousins’ or aunties/uncles places on the island—which turns out to have been a good thing, as I need some time for myself. Tomorrow should be somewhat back to normal, though, being a Sunday and the devout Mormons have church to attend to all afternoon. ::chuckle:: (I miss editing text on the home page, right where it should be appearing, as it was all those years using EditThisPage. But I suppose I could get used to WP’s style of doing things. I’m going to stick with this layout for a couple of days and see how well I like it over time.)

Today’s my nephew’s birthday party, so I’ve got to rush and put up a blog post before I leave.  He’s turning 1.  I can only go for like the first half-hour of the party, then I’ve got to leave for work.

In unrelated news, I took an IQ test online today, linked from the Boston Mensa webpage – my percentile was 99.83.  Which is pretty awesome.  The score itself was 144, which is less useful a number because of how much different tests vary in scoring.

I also wrote a poem last night, which is going up on the poetry site on Monday.  I think it’s a pretty good one.

Sorry I’ve got nothing useful to say today, I may try and blog again today if I get home before midnight.

But I do have a lot of “real life” stuff going on right now, and blogging is just taking too much time out of it for the time being. I’ll come back when I can but the recession is making this a tough time to sit at a computer and just pontificate.

See you all soon, take care and God bless.

In a little while…

Looks like this is going to be my next online home.

It’s very strange to be moving, but EditThisPage didn’t give me much of a choice, as they apparently—and finally—have bitten the dust. Whichever sysadmin was remaining at Userland Frontier’s skeleton crew didn’t give any advance notice, however. Not that I mind all that much… I’ve been expecting them to go under for several years now. Thing is, I hadn’t done a manual backup since early September, so my archives will be missing a couple months. Tsk. Hopefully those pages were archived by some bot somewhere… maybe Alexa?

A long, long time ago—back in August?—I got an email from a reader named Asha, (1) asking where I came up with the name “alphafemme” and (2) saying that before she’d even read any of my blog, she felt a click—the word alphafemme, she thought, worked really well for her, and would I be offended if she appropriated it for herself. I promised her a post on the subject, and it is woefully overdue.

Let me first address the second thing—if the word alphafemme seems like a good fit for you in your identity, and even if your reasons for finding it a good fit are completely different from the reasons I will articulate below, by all means, if it feels good to you, use it. I think there’s a huge difference between deciding that alphafemme works as an identity label for you (which I would not call appropriation), and deciding you’re also going to publish a blog under the title “alphafemme” and write about (many of) the same things I write about or telling people that you’re me (which I would call appropriation). I would guess that most people are not inclined to do the latter, but I fully endorse the former! Run away with it people!

And now I’ll go back to the first thing, which is where I came up with the name “alphafemme” in the first place. I address this a bit on my About page (which needs updating anyway), but let me go into a bit more detail here.

After the obligatory coming out identity crisis, which I think many (if not most) queer women go through at some point or other (and I think this in itself is fascinating, and I totally want to write about this too), I started grappling with that all-important question: Who Am I? And maybe I have less self-awareness than most, but it took me quite a lot of trial and error to come to an understanding of my identity that felt right. I guess that was part of what I wanted this blog to do for me, to help me go through it all and decide what works for me and what doesn’t. And while I’ve (for now) finally settled on femme as a sort of umbrella-word for how I identify, it was hardly easy to come to terms with that.

I’m sure part of the insecurity in identifying as femme was internalized sexism, that some of the fear had to do with not wanting to choose what might seem to others to be “unenlightened” or, worse, hurting feminism. I’ve pretty much gotten over that now (see my post on femininity for a discussion of that), thank goodness, and am now fiercely, comfortably, and even subversively feminine.

But another major qualm I had with identifying as femme was this fear that I somehow didn’t actually know what femme meant, and that I would be scoffed at by other self-identified femmes for identifying as such. (“YOU’RE not femme, you have short hair!” or “but I hardly ever see you in dresses! that’s not really femme!” or “femmes don’t strap on! femmes don’t do the fucking!”) In San Francisco, it seems to me like everyone I’ve met who identifies as femme fits a certain image: dyed blonde or raven black hair, porcelain white skin, bright red lipstick, fishnets, tattoos… And believe me, these ladies are smokin’, but it’s just not my look. And so I was like, well, if that’s what femme is, then I’m not femme. (There are, of course, many other femme-identified ladies in SF who do also do not fit that particular description, as I’ve come to realize. Yay!)

And yet it still appealed to me. I still felt that my mild obsession with high heeled-peep-toe pumps and my growing infatuation with cooking still somehow made femme the right word for me. But since I was still kind of hesitant, it needed a qualifier. Something that made my identity mine.

It came to me last summer when I was watching old episodes of The L Word with a friend of mine, reminiscing about the pre-Dana’s-death days of the show. Or, rather, it came to my friend. We were watching one of the episodes where Bette is dealing with the protestors to her gallery’s art show. My friend turned to me and said, “she reminds me of you, she’s such an alpha female.”

“What does THAT mean?” I asked.

“Well… you’re strong, and fierce, and driven, and you’re always on top of everything, always in control. And you dress sharply feminine, powerful. But you’re also vulnerable, I think, I mean right? Don’t you sometimes just want someone to hold you and have someone else be the stronger one?”

And oh. my. god. YES. She was so right. I think my similarities to Bette end there (I’m not a raging bitch who cheats on my lovers in order to maintain a facade of Control Freak, and unfortunately I look nothing like her), but such as they are, the similarities ring so true. And “alpha” is an excellent way of describing me. I’m confident in my intellect, and I am meticulous, in control, ambitious, and driven. But I’m not just alpha. I’m alphafemme. I’m an alpha who wants to be enfolded at the end of the day. I’m an alpha who loves to pretend I’m a 50s housewife, a la Betty Draper, but happier (I’m currently obsessed with Mad Men). I’m an alpha with soft eyes and a maternal edge. I’m an alpha, with femme. Alphafemme.

Of course, to you, it can mean anything you want it to. If it conjures anything else for you, please share!

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It’s Saturday, and for me that often means I post an entry to PhotoHunt. This week, the theme is “birds.”

Meanwhile, Becky of Welcome to My Life has informed me that she has posted the interview that she did with me as part of The Great Interview Experiment. So, I thought I should put up a post about that as well.

I had a lot of fun answering Becky’s questions, and I love the way she posted my answers along with some additional dialog. Go have a look:

If you’re having dinner with zombies, be sure to wear your nylon lamé pants, and use the good china. My Great Interview Experience.

I do rather have the feeling that she found me to be a bit of an odd bird. (But I suppose I am.)

Speaking of birds, here are a couple of photos I took of some birds in San Francisco last June. As they were flying towards me, I thought they were seagulls. But as they got close and flew overhead, I saw that they were pelicans. (Or at least I believe them to be pelicans.) What’s more, I was pretty impressed with how clearly I managed to get a shot of two of them, considering I was just using my little point-and-shoot.

For more people shooting birds, go pay a visit to the other PhotoHunt entries at tnchick.

For more people shooting the breeze with The Great Interview Experiment, go pay a visit to Neil at Citizen of the Month. (And please check out my own interview with Voix de Michèle.)

Two birds, coming over the horizon.

Two pelicans fly overhead.

Pretty cool, don’t you think? (This is a crop of the one above, by the way.)

For the Great Interview Experiment, I’m very pleased to be share my interview with Michèle of Voix de Michèle. I am really glad that I got to meet Michèle, as she is a fantastic blogger: smart, interesting, and funny as hell! I really enjoyed poking around in her archives, and devising some devious questions to torment her.

I also had get over the urge to do an interview Chris Farley style. (Hey, remember when you started a blog? That was so cool.))

Anyhow, here are my questions and her answers:

1. You are involved in Improv. That is so cool! (Oh, right. That’s not a question.) So, how did you get involved in Improv? Has it affected aspects of your work as a teacher? Your writing? Your life? (Great, now that’s 4 questions.)

Oh, Alejna, you totally get me already. I love questions with layers. They’re like cake except they don’t make you fat. I got involved with Improv this past August after going to the Minnesota Fringe Festival. After watching a bunch of really amazing one-person performances, laughing a lot, and reading some great reviews, all I could think was: Why am I not doing that? So I signed up for a class. And I loved it so much, I haven’t stopped. Improv has pushed me to consider creative writing projects never previously imagined and has shaken up my brain in lots of other as-yet-to be determined ways. I write about these ripples a lot, but to summarize: Everything is changing. And I love clapping. (But that isn’t new information.)

2. You have been blogging a really long time–it looks like it will be 5 whole years in just about a week. What prompted you to start a blog? How has your blog evolved over the years?

I started blogging over Thanksgiving weekend five years ago because I was really lonely. It was the first year I didn’t have anyone to cook for in a long time and I didn’t want to drive to Chicago for both Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was new in my MFA – Creative Writing program and one of my profs had a blog, so I set one up and started talking about myself. I kept it up because I really liked the attention. Over the past five years, I’ve become less of a confessional/emotional catharsis writer and more a creative process/big picture vs. Michele writer. I think my blog is a little less interesting than it used to be and I don’t post as often, but I’m also not a needy insecure girl anymore, either. But I still really love talking about myself. I think I’m fascinating.

3. Are there topics that are taboo for your blog? Are there topics you consider too boring for your blog?

Since I have my full name on my blog and I’ve been blogging for so long, the Google Bots have made me very easy to find. Type Michele Campbell – I show up first. So my resourceful and curious high school students check out the blog sometimes, which means I can’t write about sex. My dad reads my blog, so I don’t swear much. Many of my friends on Facebook (and I’m friends with just about everyone I know) read my blog, so I don’t write about current relationships – especially if someone is annoying me or I feel bad about an interaction. In addition, I try to avoid complaining about stuff that I know my friends will call me on. Example: say I can’t figure out how to change the stupid f-ing light bulbs in my office. Say they scare me, because they’re flush mounted and you need to have knowing man hands to take them apart and figure out what kind of bulbs go into the fixture and not leave scary burn the house down wires hanging from the ceiling for too long. Say that I forgot to get married and don’t have a man around to do things like change scary light bulbs without burning the house down. If I write a blog post about how much I hate these stupid light fixtures and don’t know how to change the bulbs and I’m suffering in darkness, woe is me, I get 5 guy friends emailing me saying – MICHELE, you’re supposed to ASK FOR HELP, not COMPLAIN ON THE INTERNET. (Actually, they’re nice guys, and they probably wouldn’t even yell. But then they’d make me give them beer for reminding me that they’re awesome and I can ask for help even when I’m embarrassed for not knowing how to do house things. So I don’t write about that kind of stuff until it’s a really good example of how I have learned how to get over myself and not put all my problems on the Internet.

4. You wrote a couple of great posts on blogging (how to blog and blog etiquette) back in 2005. Now that several years have passed, would you change any of this advice? Would you add stuff?

I think those lists are pretty good, actually. Blogging has changed and I don’t write every day anymore. Otherwise, to that advice, I would add this: Only write and post what you wouldn’t mind seeing on every single computer in your school library (or other work place.) A great example: I had a super cute photo of myself at a birthday celebration – wearing a tiara, a pink boa, and doing a very large chocolate cake shot. Loved it. Posted it on my blog. Went to school. A student saw over my shoulder when I was checking my blog at my desk and said, “Madame is that you???” I said, “No, of course not.” Then I went in and deleted the photo as fast as I could before he could copy it and send it to all of his friends, show my boss that there are pictures of me drinking on the Internet, and get me homeless.

5. If you were a dessert topping, what sort of blog would you write? And wouldn’t you have trouble typing? I’m sorry, I probably shouldn’t be writing these questions late at night. I get a little goofy. How about this question instead: if you were a fairy godmother, what gift would you bestow on your godchild? (Or do you prefer the dessert topping question?)

I like them both. If I were a dessert topping, I would be Nutella. I would write about how much I love to spread myself over the spongy and crunchy goodness of baguettes, how I make a fantastic sandwich with peanut butter and bananas, how I can be devoured on crêpes, and how I am awesome melted over ice cream.

If I were a fairy godmother, I would give all of my godchildren flexible spending cards so they could get all the psychotherapy they needed to become self-sufficient, productive, and motivated members of the community. Which is not to say that my godchildren need therapy. But you never know, you know? I’m just sayin.

6. If you were going to put together a movie about you, what would some of the songs on the soundtrack be? (Aside from Punk Rock Girl, of course. That is a most excellent song, by the way.)

Here’s what I’ve been singing in the car:

World Spins Madly On – The Weepies
As Is – Ani DiFranco
Only Makes Me Laugh – Danny Elfman/Oingo Boingo
Bizarre Love Triangle – New Order
Girlfriend in a Coma – The Smiths
Dairy Queen – Indigo Girls
Angry Anymore – Ani DiFranco
Sénégal Fast Food – Amadou et Miriam
Je t’aimais, je t’aime, et je t’aimerai – Francis Cabrel
( I could keep going, but you get the general idea)

7. I see that you are a fan of the Bulwer-Lytton contest for really really bad opening lines. Have you written any such bad lines yourself? Could you write one for us here?

Oh dear heavens, no. I’m not any good at those. That is why I post them!

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Thanks for your very entertaining answers, Michele!

Be sure to check out some of the other interviews from the Great Interview Experiment, as well. Michele herself has one up. And Neil (of Citizen of the Month) will be posting links to participants each week. (I see he has a new list up already.)

As luck would have it, this is a busy month for me work-wise. My research group is submitting things to two different conferences this month, plus we’ve been ramping up on some other aspects of our projects with impending deadlines. So this is perhaps not the ideal time for me to have committed to blogging every day for a month. And yet somehow, the compulsions compels.

Further, I have further committed myself even further to furthering my blogging obsession: I have signed on to the Great Interview Experiment, the brainchild of Neil of Citizen of the Month. (Well, he claims it as his brainchild, but we have yet to see the results of the paternity test.)

In this project, bloggers sign up to interview one another by leaving a comment on the announcement post. Who interviews whom is determined by the order of the comments. It’s a fantabulous way to get to know some bloggers you might otherwise not meet. I get to interview Michèle of Voix de Michèle, and I am being interviewed by Becky/Ms. Batman of Welcome to My Life. I’m very excited about both interviews, so I need to get my act together and answer the questions.

And look! Here’s a cute baby!

Every time I have the chance
While some may think it’s whack
I’ll write a post involving pants

Let the kitchen swarm with ants
Leave the laundry on the rack
Every time I have the chance

I give my work a sideways glance
I may catch a lot of flak
I’ll write a post involving pants

Humming lines from Safety Dance
I’ll type away upon my Mac
Every time I have the chance

I’ll not read a bad romance
Nor journal papers in their stack
I’ll write a post involving pants

Though others look at me askance
I swear I’m not on crack
Every time I have the chance
I’ll write a post involving pants

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These pants are dedicated, in loving memory, to my friend Elizabeth, whose claim that pants was the funniest word in the English language first introduced me to the humorous powers of pants. Your pants will never be forgotten, dear friend.

The form of this post is a villanelle, a style of poetry, and the assignment of today’s Monday Mission. Please pay a visit to Painted Maypole to see who else has chosen to accept this mission. Painted herself has told me that she has a poem up, also with the theme of pants. (Painted penned a poem of pants.)

Today also marks the third anniversary of this blog. It seemed only fitting that it should wear plenty of pants today.

No lo había comentado (tampoco ha dado tiempo), pero lo digo ahora: he empezado a usar del todo (i.e., para dar además de para recibir) Twitter. Que cambiar de opinión no me cuesta demasiado.

• Fase 1: suspicacia, “¿Pero esto vale para algo más que para autocomerse la polla?”
• Fase 2: cata de sugerencias varias (gracias) y retractación.
• Fase 3: “Pues yo también“.
• Fase 4: ¿adicción? Estos días estoy viendo que es tentador tirar de twitter para todo lo que sí te gustaría dejar compartido en algún sitio… pero da pereza escribir un post.

A ver cuánto dura, que blogs/webs/terrenos de pruebas/x abandonados tengo ya unos cuantos.

I fell off the NaBloPoMo wagon. Figures.

In the meantime, I have moved back to typepad (haven’t been there since I was the artist formerly known as m33$$y!i$$4…you know, without the annoying symbols). I just like it better there.

The upside for you? www.moojoose.com is all mine. Hello easy typing.

See you there.

I have about eight thousand drafts of posts waiting for my attention. There’s been so much going on, so much I want to write about. Sometimes having too much to write about gives me greater writer’s block than having too little.

I started writing about my thoughts on the Maine election, and the repeat of last fall. I started writing a post in response to G’s post on femme invisibility. I started writing about the changes that are going on in my life, the big things I’ve been doing and thinking about. I started writing about illicit sex, the sex I have when I’m not supposed to be having it, and why that’s so hot. And now I’ve started writing so much that I’m overwhelmed and can’t finish any of it! Ahhhh!

So, instead, I’m just going to spew verbosity all over this post, and maybe that will help clear out the “clutter” in my head. If I were a self-conscious writer, I would spew the clutter, and then trash it, but I’m not, so I’m going to post it anyway. Hehehehe.

1) One of my best friends from college was here last week, arriving Wednesday and leaving yesterday. We had so much fun, and I felt more San Franciscan than I have in a long time. Having visitors who’ve never been here before always does that to me. We went to the Academy of Sciences on Thursday for their weekly NightLife — so amazing, seeing the aquarium and the planetarium and the live roof at night, with music and drinks, without little kids running around. (Love little kids, but I can also certainly appreciate their absence!) We went to the Japanese Tea Garden and then walked all the way out to Ocean Beach — her first time seeing the Pacific. We went to the Lexington (duh), but then realized we shoul’ve gone to the Rickshaw because it was Rebel Girl. Oh well, we had fun anyway! We walked all through Chinatown and North Beahc and then took a cable car (MY first time on a cable car since my childhood!) back, and as it was passing by Union Square, with the ice-skating rink in the process of being set up and holiday lights starting to go up, I just felt so happy. The holiday season tends to do that to me anyway, but this time it just felt so magical. I don’t know. I felt like I was in a movie. I find myself looking forward to winter this year, to cups of cocoa and baking cookies and cuddling in the evenings when it’s dark so early, to going ice-skating and making mulled wine and escaping to the Russian River for Thanksgiving…

2) Friday evening, my friend and I went down to Palo Alto with mi’lady to meet up with another friend from college who lives in San Jose. It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time, I don’t think I’ve laughed that hard since I left college. I have friends here, and I have a lot of fun here, and I’m happy here in San Francisco, but it was such a reminder to me that I have friends who know me inside and out, friends who make me feel at home no matter where I am, and friends where being around them isn’t socializing, it’s being, and it’s being in the fullest sense imaginable. And of course having mi’lady there made it even fuller, because I had it all in the same place. I can’t wait for my college reunion in May. Cannot WAIT. I also can’t wait until I have those kinds of friends here. It’ll happen, and it’s actually already happening now, slowly but surely.

3) Things with mi’lady feel so good and are so right right now. We’ve had some conversations about things like my relative introversion compared to her relative extroversion, and how we can balance that and make sure each other’s needs are met. We’ve had conversations about my relative planning compared to her relative spontaneity, and how to balance that as well. And I’ve had some internal conversations about learning how to let little things go. For example: She is working on recording with one of her bandmates, and tells me she’ll be over at my place around 9pm. 9pm comes and goes, no sign of her. She calls at 9:30, still in Oakland, happily making her way over to my place. I get frustrated. She gets defensive. We’ve had conversation after conversation about this. And I think my wanting her to be punctual is a control thing. It’s about sticking with plans and being meticulous, everything needing to be just so. But we didn’t actually have plans for 9. She’d just said that’s when she would be there. So… I let it go. Because really, it’s not that important. And because we’ve talked about it, I know she’s not disrespecting me. She’s just not so great at managing time. So is it worth arguing about? Again? No. It’s not. I was fully occupied the whole time anyway. Maybe a different time, if it has a bigger effect on me, if it feels like a breach of plans or a lack of respect or standing me up, then I’ll bring it up again. But this time, it just wasn’t important. And when she got to my place and I saw her, it was so much better that I’d let it go.

I’m such a meticulous person, I do things very particularly and have very specific ideas about things. I’m very organized and a bit of a control freak, and while a lot of that is good in my personal life because it keeps me functioning (and because I enjoy it! I love organizing!), it can be not-so-good when it spills over into trying to control her life. I don’t do that much, but sometimes in little ways I lose track. I’m learning, though, and it feels liberating to allow myself to let things go.

The point is, things are good. We haven’t had as much alone time as I’d like, but when we are alone, we make good of it.

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So, for the moment, I’m in a good place. So much more I could write about, but at least I’ve tidied up a bit, and gotten rid of a bit of head clutter. Now there’s more room for writing about what I actually want to write about. Problem is I’m taking the GRE on Saturday and have a lot of work this week besides, so it remains a question whether I’ll have much time to write. If you don’t hear from me again, you’ll know why — but hopefully you will!

Jada. Jeg vet at influensavirus ikke spres via data, så jeg kunne godt ha blogget selv om jeg har vært sykemeldt. Men jeg har ikke gjort det. Det eneste jeg har gjort har vært å være hjemme, passe på unger og hus (sånn noenlunde) og lese tegneserier.

Det er fint å ha litt tid til tegneseriesamlingen av og til. Man får noen aha-opplevelser da. Jeg hadde for eksempel glemt hvor bra albumet Tintin i Tibet er.

Om det er svineinfluensaen vi har hatt i huset? Ingen av oss har blitt testet, så vi vet ikke. Vi vet bare at den går sin seiersgang over Rørosvidda og at alle husets beboere med unntak av minstrefrøkna har vært syke med noe som har oppført seg som en eller annen influensavariant. I tur og orden har vi slitt oss igjennom dager med høy feber, smerter i muskler og ledd, vondt i brystet og mye (tørr)hoste. Nå er sistemann – altså undertegnede – i ferd med å riste av seg de siste symptomene, og om et par dager er nok både jobb- og privatliv tilbake i normal modus.

Så svaret er: Ja, jeg skal snart blogge igjen.

È da un po’ che li leggo, e rimango sempre così basito che non riesco a condividere questa gioia con voi. Oggi ho preso le forze in mano, e recupero un vecchio tormentone che vi aveva tenuto così appassionati nei caldi giorni di agosto. I termini di ricerca su Google. Ecco un po’ di arretrati.

Quelli di ieri

La gara è dura. Culi senza frontiere è un classico, anche se tette extra un po’ lo mette in ombra. Cosa significa tapas in inglese è un po’ un modo per ricordarci tutti che la mamma degli italiani è sempre incinta (anzi, in cinta). Però rimane un grosso dubbio morboso che mi impedirà di dormire le prosisme notti:

o tu ignaro navigatore della rete

illuminaci per favore

come si chiama la festa dove le donne fa….

fanno COSA?

menzione speciale

meritano di essere menzionati i seguenti, che meritavano anche se nessuno se li è cagati. In attesa che ricominci il campionato, un po’ di premi di consolazione

• phd in ametica pagati? (mi piace il punto interrogativo. DAVVERO? pensa te…)
• phd usa sono pagati? (proprio non riescono a crederci)
• il gatto professore (ah, le droghe)
• culo di chichi (è un vostro amico?)
• donna nuda e satana (una maniera per giustificare tutti quei graffi?)
• 8 semplici regole tette (qualcosa che probabilmente dovremmo sapere tutti ed invece..)
• super raffica di miniciccioli (non è mai troppo tardi per avere un’infanzia felice)
• palpate di tette hot
• punto catenella uncinetto bu (mi piace il contrasto)
• arabian bondage (urrà per la mezcla!)
• spagnolette per persiane in alluminio (anche io ci ho messo un po’, ma _questo_ tipo non cercava del porno. un applauso.)
• tette in treno (ci si annoia un sacco sulle tratte lunghe)
• sesso in aereo (occhio alla depressurizzazione)
• sognare mio padre morto che parla (chiaramente, è un simbolo fallico)
• incidenti con fuoriuscite di tette (una volta sono morte 3 persone in un incidente del genere)
• massoni camicia bianca cravatta nera (fascisti in doppiopetto?)
• bondage prende il nome da (risposta: Monsieur Bondage, che domande!)
• tette ribelli (alle barricate!)
• prodotti fermenti cacciaviti e chiave (per farci cosa, di grazia?)
• foto dei cazzi extra lunghi (finalmente, cazzo! almeno qualcuno che non pensa solo alle tette!)
• appena morto cosa succede? (pare ci siano delle tette enormi)
• tette decima misura (c.v.d.)
• più ossigeno nel sangue come? (si chiama doping)
• tette enormi a livello globale (think global act local)
• come palpare le tette alla mia compagna (chiederglielo? (a volte funziona) (se no funziona, mancava di senso dell’umorismo, e quindi non faceva per te))
• video gatta luna tette (furry?)
• numeri erotici di tettone a basso costo (la crisi)
• ragazze pienotte (tornan di moda?)
• le nostre tette (quotidiane?)
• verdura in culo (un classico dell’adolescenza)
• culetto tutto rosso (comunisti)
• filosofia nerd (nerd pride)
• pistola in culo alla donna (il patriarcato)

all time kings

Per la prima volta, ed in esclusiva assoluta, i termini di ricerca più frequenti di sempre.

In addition to moderating the dry runs for our forthcoming podcast and helping us switch hosting services, PB’s jill-of-all-trades Shani-o is pulling guest-blogger duty over at The American Prospect’s TAPPED blog.  (And she’s dangerously excited like Jesse Spano!)

Go holler at her there!