ITA with Dana. In 40-degree weather, you should get a trophy. And handwarmers.

is your sis still doing AIDS prevention stuff?

Yes, as well as general M2M anthropology stuff when she's not teaching anthro at school. She wanted me to logic check part of a paper, but the side stuff she was telling me was so distracting I could hardly focus on her big words. Git on wit yo bad shibboleth, savlamar!

It's homophobia so severe it's pretty clearly channelled misogyny. A complete fear and rejection of anything that associates with the feminine role.

Although they can get over it juuuuust long enough to screw women. Just barely.

Is this inner city Jamaica, or just inner-city in general? I ask because I'm trying to figure out it if it's that bad here.

Helicopter is circling my house. That's a bad sign, right?

It's fairly regular here. I don't even blink. But, Baltimore, you know?

So I pretty much just consumed a bottle of red with my neighbors. A bottle each, to be clear. Which make me not care about the cramps. And it was a hilariously good time (a laugh until you slide off the chair in tears is always good) and the edibles I brought were a hit and almost completely consumed. But I'm sneezy from the red wine and warm from the cause of the cramps and very glad I put in the ac tonight.

Good night. We'll see about the morning. God help me if I wake at 5.

Although they can get over it juuuuust long enough to screw women. Just barely.

But only in the missionary position. Or, you know, it could mean something.

It makes me want to sit them down (or not) and introduce them to the wonders of (heterosexual) prostate stimulation. And point out gay men can have missionary position sex too.

Is this inner city Jamaica, or just inner-city in general?

Inner city Jamaica. She demonstrates some of the behaviours as happening in the US, but not the same motivation. Stuff like how the Crips won't say the word "red" because it's the Bloods colour--they will call something a "dead jacket" instead of a "red jacket". She's trying to work out if that's parallel to some of the semantic avoidance games inner city Jamaican homophobes will play.

That all just seems like a lot of verbal hoop jumping! It must be exhausting.

S'okay, sara--I'm about to have a third glass of wine because it's helping my headache (or at least, helping me not care about my headache) and letting me watch SYTYCD

Inner city Jamaica. She demonstrates some of the behaviours as happening in the US, but not the same motivation. Stuff like how the Crips won't say the word "red" because it's the Bloods colour--they will call something a "dead jacket" instead of a "red jacket". She's trying to work out if that's parallel to some of the semantic avoidance games inner city Jamaican homophobes will play.

It's interesting in that twisted logic way that drives the won't-go-down-on-women culture that we saw in the Sopranos and pops up occasionally in black street culture.

OTOH, I'm glad I grew up in the 70s where going down on somebody was presumed to be a gottdam responsibility and you better master your technique.

OTOH, I'm glad I grew up in the 70s where going down on somebody was presumed to be a gottdam responsibility and you better master your technique.

I was just earlier today thinking about songs in our culture that discuss this. Because I was listening to "Peaches and Cream" (by 112 and P Diddy)