@ms-rachelactive 7 years, 12 months ago
Salem, NH (as of August 2012)
Corporate America owns my soul.
Not gay enough for the lesbians, not straight enough for the heteros. Its equally disappointing and frustrating.
I buy used books online.
Irony loves company.
80’s movies, offbeat memoirs, and way-too-expensive makeup… These are a few of my favorite things.
I live in New England.
Too many tattoos.
You can’t control my gypsy soul.
|Check All That Apply||
Bisexual, Queer, Femme
Queer Friends in my Area, Queer Friends on the Internet, Queer Friends to Make Out With
What I Like
Drop City, The Darling,The Last Living Slut (born in Iran and bred on the road), Disco Bloodbath, Love Sick, American Girl, Perks, On The Road, The Awakening, Guests of the Sheik, Dora
|Favorite Queer Books||
The IHop Papers, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
Daydream Nation, Forrest Gump, Domino, Australia, Romero films in general, Garden State, Book of Eli
|Favorite TV Shows||
White Collar, Six Feet Under, Glee, My So-Called Life, Friends, Mad Men, One Tree Hill, True Blood, E.R., Grey’s Anatomy
Death Cab for Cutie Ella Fitzgerald The Wallflowers Fiona Apple Weezer Usher The Beatles Sublime Never Shout Never Paramore Iron & Wine Nicki Minaj Nirvana Michael Jackson Lady Antebellum Katy Perry Jay-Z Ben Harper Gwen Stefani Pink Floyd Eminem Dave Matthews Band Coldplay Bob Marley Rihanna Maxwell City and Colour Wyclef Jean Brand New Mae Alanis Morrisette Patsy Cline Katy Rose Panic! At The Disco Tracy Chapman Tegan and Sara Elton John The Clash The Smiths Something Corporate Saves the Day Taking Back Sunday Queen Yeah Yeah Yeahs Say Anything Billy Joel The Moldy Peaches Kanye West The Weakerthans The Ataris Duncan Sheik The Ramones The Streets Jack Johnson MIA We The Kings The Benjy Davis Project Barenaked Ladies
Ham, Salami, Cappicola, Provolone, Lettuce, extra Vinegar, Mayo, Hard Roll.
|Favorite Thing to Autostraddle||
Mila Kunis… (oh you meant in real life?)
happiness in the face of horrible is not the goal. Feeling the horrible stuff and knowing that you’re not gonna die from the feelings? That’s the goal
|Favorite Thing on Autostraddle.com||
sunday funday, get baked, Rachel’s political musings, when Laneia actually posts!
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have been touched by the center of your own sorrow,
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own;
It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day,
It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
Besides the obvious difference, there was not much distinction between losing a best friend and losing a lover; it was all about intimacy. One moment, you had someone to share your biggest triumphs and fatal flaws with; the next minute, you had to keep them all bottled inside. One moment, you’d call her to tell her a snippet of news or to vent about your awful day before realizing you did not have that right anymore; the next, you could not remember the digits of her phone number or the sound of her voice.