Hello! This week, I’ve got several reminders from Cyrus, my best boy: Always, always dig for the squeaker at the heart of the toy, that’s where the joy is. Cuddle when you’re sleepy; if you’re home alone, tuck your nose under your tail for maximum cozy. Be hopeful forever: there is always more love, and more treats, just around the corner. And when the UPS driver comes down the cul de sac, SHOUT AT THEM AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS!
This week, Lauren told us about the existence of TruckSlutsMag, an Instagram and print mag about rural queers that I NEED in my life.
Archie Andy tried to learn to cook.
Want to live alone without losing your mind? Malic’s got tips for that! (I recommend a dog, a cat, or a plenitude of plants to talk to).
Sometimes…you just need to get off on some food.
The Circle is bisexual chaos, and the TV team is HERE for it.
And finally, from our very own Robin Roemer, photos of our very own royal wedding that proves LOVE IS NOT A LIE. It! Is! Dusty! In! Here!
And then there were your comments.
The Femme Brûlée Award to Deli Twotone:
The TINA! Award to Kate:
And the Maybe A Sublet? Award to Michelle:
The Keep The Change, Ya Filthy Animal Award to Carmen SanDiego:
The Fats to the Front Award to Mathilde:
The Even Cowgirls Get It On Award to Chandra, Blanche, –Jo, and amidola:
The Fated Fade Award to shamblebot:
The Least Vapid Fluff Award to G:
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