Nail polish fans! I met the lady behind NailNerd.com today, and her site is definitely worth checking out. She does tutorials (like these "corpse nails"

Oooh, nice. (Note to Self: next manicure, go back to blood spatter.)

Both bathrooms are clean! Load of dishes done. Now to WASH ALL THE CLOTHES because I found an earwig in a newly-washed jacket that I hadn't put away yet.

And thanks, Buffistas, for providing the name of that ooogly gross bug.

Later my sister and her very helpful boyfriend are coming over and we're gonna paint my bathroom. Which means I really gotta vacuum sometime today too.

And of course, conveniently, today is the day of my regularly-scheduled unstoppable back pain. 4 Advil and a Valium in order to function. "They" tell me I don't have PCOS or anything in particular wrong with me, and the Mirena was supposed to stop this obviously .-related pain, so I don't know what the fuck.

That is a good story, Erin. I am glad it's a true one.

Erin, that is a wonderful story. I can imagine it would be hard to change the beliefs you were raised with, and good for your dad for being able to listen to your criticism and change.

Erin, that is a great story. You rock, and it's great how your dad was able to change his mind.

I thought about telling some stories about my family and racism, but I think I won't. My mom, bless her, was able to accept all black people as children of God, but she couldn't accept a black man as her daughter's boyfriend. Turns out, it still kinda hurts.

Erin, you and your family rock.

ita !, yes, she's left-handed. She does have a tutorial on doing transfers, but she paints directly on her right hand.

Ah, Zen. I'm sorry for the pain, both physical and emotional.

When my sister was about 16, my mother was homophobic enough that my sister threatened to have an affair with a woman to test her, since she usually caved on anything when it came to someone she loved, in her real life.

However, my sister didn't need to, because my family is a walking talking operation-having test in queerdom, predominantly on my mother's side. My mother is 25 years later, over her homophobia enough to be calling into radio shows and yelling at people about condemning gay people (and getting teased about it (in a friendly way) by co-workers). She does admit to having a reflexive discomfort around transsexuals that's sufficient that she's worried she'll upset our FTM cousin, and she doesn't want to. She just thinks she'll say the wrong things, and she's not sure if she can learn to say "him" where she would have said "her".

She has an extensive clinical understanding of many of these issues, but it's really different when it's your sister, your nieces, your nephews, your cousins, and she's trying to default to inclusive language, and she's just not sure she can.

I feel for her, but I also feel that fuck it, just throw yourself out there and learn. It's not like you can practice at home in your bedroom and get good at it. Look at your niece-now-nephew and see how much of a he he is, and it will be so much easier. You're imagining a much more femme version in your head and thinking you can't apply masculine terms to that. It's a lot easier than you think.

Also, his sister hasn't mastered it, so...really...you'll get a pass if you try where he can see you.

Nail polish fans!

Speaking of which, are you in or out for the next round of the polish exchange?

My mother has either gotten more racist with age or just less good at hiding it. It's not really a black white thing though. About 10 years ago, when they were selling their house, my mother inexplicably started in on how she didn't really want to sell to Armenians, or at least not those kind of Armenians.

It was a long process, but the thing about my dad -- he always LISTENED.

He didn't change overnight. It took 20 years or so. And he's still not perfect, but he's trying.

Speaking of which, are you in or out for the next round of the polish exchange?

I was waffling, but I'm in. Do you have my new address?