Email from my choir director apologizing for a mistake in her previous message:

“Sorry, ladies.  It’s 1:30 a.m. in Key West and I spent the evening with company-sponsored drag queens.  I’m a little out of it.”

I wish my job had company-sponsored drag queens.

Just a hometown girl born a rolling stone. Carly. Pansexual, coffee enthusiast, self-proclaimed Rocky Whore. On this page, you'll see a lot of pictures of cats, feminist rants and celebrations, food, pretty things, fandom junk, and lots and lots of miscellanea. I'm a political loudmouth but I can always learn.

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