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Muscle: Studentum burntoutus profundus

Origin: proximal massage education facility.

Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.

Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and systemic collapse via exhaustion.

To shorten this muscle, continue cramming relentlessly. To lengthen, intermittently apply chai latte and laughter.

Approximately 2% of you are laughing now: to you, who have survived kinesiology in medical or massage school (or [...]

It seems inevitable

Just enough of my persistent-not-exactly-optimism is left that I won’t say it is inevitable… but damn does it seem it.

It seems inevitable that whenever I have a day of wow-I-totally-get-this-parenting-thing, look-at-me-be-zen-about-his-tantrums, damn-dude-why-can’t-you-just-let-it-go-like-I’m-doing, the next day — the very next day — I completely fucking lose it. Break-a-plate-in-anger-when-he-dumps-out-the-eggs-he-doesn’t-want lose it.

I don’t like it. Maybe the zen [...]

Call for anonymous posts

When I wrote The things we won’t blog, I had no idea I would get such a reaction: over 30 comments in 24 hours, talking about the things we don’t feel comfortable writing about on our own blogs, but nevertheless want to get out of us. Obviously, we have things to say that aren’t getting [...]

The things we won’t blog

Y’all know that I write about almost anything: my period, my sexuality, my genitals, my craziness, my racism and cissexism, my self-injury, even unwanted sensations with breastfeeding. I wrote about being bipolar, bisexual, and fat in my college application essays. (I won a scholarship in part because of an essay about my breasts.) I am [...]

Raising My Boychick is now on Facebook

In spite of some very good reasons to boycott Facebook, I have succumbed, and created a business page for Raising My Boychick, to which new posts are automatically added.

If you’re reading this on the blog, you probably don’t care; but! if you become a Fan (and yes, I cringed just typing that — I am [...]

USA Thanksgiving break

My parents are in town (WOOHOO!), there’s all sorts of cooking to be done (let’s not even talk about the cleaning), and, as always, my mind is full with far more posts than there is ever time to write.

So I’m giving myself a break.

Who knows if I’ll actually take it? Last time? Not so much. [...]

The M-word: in which I indulge in angst, whining, and more angst

So, for some reason, some o’y’all seem to like my writing. Or what I have to say. Or something about this blogging thing I do, anyway. (Don’t ask me why, I dunno either; I’m still trying to figure it out.)

And, this blog, for some reason, is getting a teeny, tiny bit Out There. Which is, [...]

Are you there, blog? It’s me, Arwyn

I think if I could focus on one thing for just an hour, I could do anything. The number of half-finished posts sitting in my queue is staggering. The number of further ideas I’ve had is uncountable (I lose count anyway, but then, if I could focus for an hour, I probably wouldn’t).

My mood has [...]

Censorship? No.

This is censorship, when the US government blocks websites relating to Cuba.

This is censorship, when the Chinese government blocks all kinds of websites.

This is censorship, when the Australian government bans a video game.

This? Me deleting a comment that defended bigotry? This not censorship. It’s adhering to the comment policy that was already laid out at [...]

Commenting problems?

I’ve heard from a couple people that when they tried to comment on my latest post it failed to go through, which, among other things, makes me wonder for how many that’s been true from whom I HAVEN’T heard. Although obviously some comments at least are still getting through, and my spam queue certainly hasn’t [...]

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