I loved the look on his face when Jo came up the stairs, especially because she was a scarf-wearing Muslim.

Heh. Just this image is making me happy.

...I don't care if you call me (realname), meara, or Indy (drag name). I answer to all three. I like all three

I also answer to Teppy, which I use as my board name on FetLife (OH NOES I HAVE CROSSED THE STREAMS). The unfortunate acquaintance who called me "Stephieeeeee" is a kink friend, so it's possible she was conflating "Steph" and "Teppy." And I can see where it might seem inconsistent to be okay with "Teppy," which sounds like a diminutive because of the "-eee" sound at the end, but not with "Stephie." But you know what? It's my fucking name and I get to pick.

Even in grade school, people wanted to call me Terri. Then about jr. high, people started in with an obsession with Tracy. Not until college did people en masse try and call me Trisha.

I think people really don't like saying my given name.

I think that my really, truly losing my temper was enough.

That would be enough, yes indeed.

The only people who get to call me "juli" are my family, because my full names coming from their lips (especially Mom or Grandma) means I'm in trouble. And anyone else who calls me "juli" or "jules" is in trouble with me. No other nicknames, really - except the guys at work are trying to find one for me. I think they're settling on "Red".

Uh, if you were in River North and your friend was near the Art Institute, what restaurant should you suggest for a meet up?

signed,
Rarely Eats Out

Angry hornets in my stomach again. Stupid.

Shrift, my brother's restaurant! 228 West Chicago.

Allyson, I think I found your letter to Sully: [link]

And I gotta say, the guy who's all "But women will get raped if they get captured!" is missing the point. Chances are far higher that an American woman in the military will be raped by one of her fellow soldiers than that she'll get captured and raped by the enemy.

There's not a lot of nicknames for Erin. Sometimes my mom calls me "Erie" (like AERIE) but that's it.

My only other nick is personality-based, and relegated to a close, small circle of intimates -- Captain.

My mother insisted on Jennifer for me as long as she had control over what people called me. In college, a few people started calling me Jen, which was fine, and I kind of liked it, since I'd never had a nickname. Two people in the world get to call me Jenny. It's just so foreign sounding to me, someone might as well call me Felicia.

Now, I'm pretty much Jen, even though I think of myself and introduce myself as Jennifer. What's weird is when people who have always called me Jennifer call me Jen (not the other way around, though). Like, my family should not call me Jen. That's just weird. I'm Jennifer in my family.

I really can't take the pain in my stomach anymore. It never really goes away.