OMG, a meeting between LesbianDad and LookyDaddy. I wish I had been there. I think it should go down in the annals of famous meetings, like the time Poe met Dickens in Philadelphia, or maybe more like the time Emiliano Zapata met Pancho Villa in Mexico City. Can I buy a one of those beer glasses as a souvenir? (You did save them, didn’t you?) Or at least a crayon?
It was a heady summit, sister, let me tell you. Oliver meets Hardy. Abbot meets Costello. I was this close, actually, to purloining one of those beer glasses myself. I shoulda actually pinched a spoon at least, for all the attitude we got from the maître d’. What, they never seen underdressed cheapskates before?
That guy could mine humor from a root canal. O wait, I think he did.
You know, there was a stretch there where I actually didn’t stop laughing for at least five solid minutes. I’m not sure I’ve laughed that long and hard since an episode in high school that had mostly to do with Schlitz Malt Liquor, not with the quality of the humor.
Oh, please. If you were doing any laughing, it was at yourself, as I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. After but a few hours together, I have now heard the beginnings of at least 30 separate LesbianDad stories, not a single one of them carried through to what a reasonable person might call a “conclusion.” The only way I could get you to be silent for more than 45 seconds was to invoke Lindsay Wagner.
Those of us who have had the pleasure of knowing LesbianDad “in real life” have contemplated inventing a new drinking game in her honor – whenever she says “… but I digress…,” everyone has to drink! (But, as we’re not generally a truly hard-drinking crowd, and since the detours are as enjoyable as the main road, it’s just more fun to just hold onto your hat and enjoy the ride!)
I watched The Bionic Woman. Obsessively. Here was a beautiful woman who kicked ass weekly! (When she wasn’t being chloroformed or dating men who didn’t understand her.)
I loved her so much. I would replay in my head how she talked, walked, jumped, ran, smiled. I didn’t know it, but I had fallen in love.
So I rode my bike making bionic running sounds and lay at night in my bed, staring at my poster of Jaime in her pro-tennis days. I dreamed about how Jaime might need my help foiling an evil super-spy ring. She might need me to be the cute kid decoy while she goes around back and catches them red-handed, doing something with papers and money and briefcases while wearing plaid blazers.
We would go back to her townhouse after a long day’s work and have Kool-aid and sit by the fire. I would watch her run her hands through her hair and she would ask me to be her partner. I would accept my badge and gun gravely and tell her that I wouldn’t let her down.
Crayons, beer, LD meets LD. I would have paid for admission. You’re right, annz, none of us are up for the LesbianDad drinking game. I do, however, think she’s written her epitaph (hopefully a century in advance of its use)… but I digress.
A missing 24 year-old California woman and her family need your help. Please visit findmitrice.info and spread the word & her likeness, particularly to folks in and around California.
@bilerico Thx for your reportage on SXSW. I'll be watching. Wish't I could be there. Evidently my travel funds appear in the next lifetime. 2010/03/12
@Virgotex @uppoppedafox If ever y'all visit me in Cali I promise to serve up something a whole lot better, though. Really, I love to cook. 2010/03/12
@Virgotex @uppoppedafox I love you people. You care. Where I been? Finding new recipes for shite on a shingle, & dining on it w/ style. 2010/03/12
"I think masculinity is what you believe it to be." US men's figure skater Johnny Weir.
Holding the 14th amendment to its word.
LGBT people are basically invisible in the survey that is supposed to reflect the diversity of America's population – and that's a big problem.
Archived material about the 2008 California marriage equality fight and this site's treatment of it can be found at an LDNo on 8 page. There you'll also find links to background info on the marriage equality issue & sources of info on current campaigns, like The Courage Campaign's Equality Hub. For ongoing news roundup on national marriage equality issues (updated daily), check out Stop8.org.
Lesbian Dad is written by a parent who answers to the name "Baba" and works toward a world in which amor does indeed vincit omnia.
Still curious? You'll find a ton more on the About page. Or the Glossary. Or the Best of LD. The closest thing to an origin story can be found in this six-post series, excerpted from an essay of mine describing the dawn of my lesbian fatherhood.
rockyv commented on Family tree saying Once again I find myself with wet eyes and a tight throat. Thanks for your beautiful writing & perspective. You too, dragon_mom.
My nose is to the grindstone (a self-imposed position) so much that I forget to look up and see those trees and those birds. I feel inspired to deepen my good night
BeethovenLives commented on Sleeping booty saying Beautiful. I used to do lights and sound for my friend's drama class in college. One night just before the show my trousers ripped right across the bum and down the leg. For modesty, the directer handed me a big roll of gaffer tape. Of course, it stuck to some very tender skin, and was
But all the really cool people were drinking Newcastle.
OMG, a meeting between LesbianDad and LookyDaddy. I wish I had been there. I think it should go down in the annals of famous meetings, like the time Poe met Dickens in Philadelphia, or maybe more like the time Emiliano Zapata met Pancho Villa in Mexico City. Can I buy a one of those beer glasses as a souvenir? (You did save them, didn’t you?) Or at least a crayon?
It was a heady summit, sister, let me tell you. Oliver meets Hardy. Abbot meets Costello. I was this close, actually, to purloining one of those beer glasses myself. I shoulda actually pinched a spoon at least, for all the attitude we got from the maître d’. What, they never seen underdressed cheapskates before?
Oh to be a fly giggling on the wall that evening.
That guy could mine humor from a root canal. O wait, I think he did.
You know, there was a stretch there where I actually didn’t stop laughing for at least five solid minutes. I’m not sure I’ve laughed that long and hard since an episode in high school that had mostly to do with Schlitz Malt Liquor, not with the quality of the humor.
Oh, please. If you were doing any laughing, it was at yourself, as I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. After but a few hours together, I have now heard the beginnings of at least 30 separate LesbianDad stories, not a single one of them carried through to what a reasonable person might call a “conclusion.” The only way I could get you to be silent for more than 45 seconds was to invoke Lindsay Wagner.
Those of us who have had the pleasure of knowing LesbianDad “in real life” have contemplated inventing a new drinking game in her honor – whenever she says “… but I digress…,” everyone has to drink! (But, as we’re not generally a truly hard-drinking crowd, and since the detours are as enjoyable as the main road, it’s just more fun to just hold onto your hat and enjoy the ride!)
Would this be considered a digression? Or simply Exhibit A: Why any self-respecting lesbian would stop short upon reference to Lindsay Wagner.
Okay here’s more. from Emily Almond, “Lesbians, Where Art Thou?”
Crayons, beer, LD meets LD. I would have paid for admission. You’re right, annz, none of us are up for the LesbianDad drinking game. I do, however, think she’s written her epitaph (hopefully a century in advance of its use)… but I digress.
Believe it or not, I am related to the Bionic Woman by marriage, although I have never met her, not do I expect to. I think I would be speechless.