“13. I’d tell her that I always wished I had an Easy Bake Oven and she’d tell me she conveniently still had her Easy Bake Oven and we’d see all the different adult cuisines we could make from it.”

Thank G-d Conchita Wurst is the champion of Eurovision, because if The Common Linnets had won we’d have had to take away the pride flags.

Myself, I’ve had barrel-aged Negronis, Manhattans and Boulevardiers, but I’ve never made one until right now. My favorite of those I tasted is a Manhattan, so for my first foray into barrel-aging, that’s what we’re going to go with.

“Wildly, the girls locked to each other. Their bodies were gleaming now with sweat. Lip to lip, breast to breast, thigh to slippery thigh, they heaved and gyrated, ecstasy rising like a lava wave.”

This week I thought I’d light a fire, pour out some drinks and get up close and personal. Let’s take a look at the comics I reserve each month at my local comic shop, shall we?

This week on Faking It, Girls Night becomes “Lots of Girls Night”!

Autostraddle’s very own Robin Roemer has a new project that’s an old take on new media, and it’s charming as hell.

This month we visit Club Drizzy, Heather gets punched in the face by a racist stranger at the airport, we pause to admire new merch, B wants to interview her not-ex-girlfriend and WHO WILL BE THE BUTT OF OUR GENERATION?

An over-the-shoulder-comment-award-holder.

In which Maura makes a friend, the siblings continue to make terrible interpersonal choices, and also there are some geese.

“Have the meeting. Ask the youth what they want and need from this group. Start over and do those things. This isn’t about you at all, not anymore.”

If you have a uterus and get a period, this step-by-step is for you. If you don’t, you’ll still probably LOL.

This is a story about the family that I lost and found and almost found at various The Cheesecake Factory restaurants across America.

Where would you go on your queer pilgrimage?

In which I relearn a lesson about technology I had forgotten.

This is an OPEN THREAD for you to talk about anything and everything. Come on in, the water’s non-existent.

First of all, I don’t care if the festival is at a beach resort, in the middle of a cornfield or on actual Mars, I will never wear white to anything.

“Are we doing this? Is this real?”

Peanut butter love, uteruses as fictional characters and open thread chatter, #Blessed

What even is cooking? How does it work? You heat something, and then what? Nope, too hard. Really the only food I feel confident about being able to pull together and consume is some sort of thing I can put into a bowl and mindlessly dip chips into.