I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes.

I just don't know any other word than "feminist" that describes a person who believes women are people.

My main tactic is to focus on the people I respect. The people I think are great people. Do I have their respect? Do I have their support? If the answer is "yes," then I'm doing ok.

What I like way better than LGBT in terms of labeling sexuality actually is a scheme that comes to me from my friend Animal Prufrock wherein one is identified not by what they supposedly "are" but rather by what they are into. Which brings us to the terms hemosexual, shemosexual, and mosexual.

There are so many things that we have to be very concerned about. But I always come back to feminism. People look at me sideways now and are like, "With everything going on, the destruction of the environment, these endless wars, this capitalism that has a stranglehold on our culture and our world and you're talking about feminism still?"

I don't need anyone to hold me, I can hold my own.