Corpses in the Cargo

They’re coming! They are nearly here! 

Where Are We Going?

Okay, so I’m leaving now.

Still, I am not going to hide from you. If you look for me, you will find me.

I am not becoming someone else.

I will keep writing like I always do, and I hope that you will come around to read it sometimes. You can even come around just to point and laugh at me. To poke and to prod at me.

Consider this to be an open invitation!

The Lesbians Have Fled the Soup (POLL)

I’ve always wanted another name, different than the one I’ve got. As a kid, and growing up, and now, I’ve wondered a lot about Mom and Dad and about what made them go with… “Katy.”  

“Katy.”

I’ve got my problems, you see, and another name could have changed it all for me. Right up front. Right out of the starting gate, another name could have made me something… unforgettable. Something powerful. Something exotic, something that roared with strength and with meaning.

Like I could have been “Leija.”

“Ajala.”

“Bhoomi.”

I believe the right name can conjure spirits. The right name can open doors. It can seal and unseal fate. Me, I could have been… “Princess Anahita Autophagia Onassis XIV.”

Do you know who never gets turned down for a car loan? Princess Anahita Autophagia Onassis XIV, that’s who.

A Hint of Areola

Three and a quarter years.

I have been writing this blog for three and a quarter years now.

Do you have any idea how long that is? Can you even begin to wrap your tiny brain around just how old that makes  “Lesbians in My Soup!”?

Three and a quarter years is longer than Jesus Christ’s ministry (and he never posted a single word!). It is longer than Kurt Cobain was famous. Three and a quarter years is longer than the lifespan of the American newt, and it is even longer than it took the ship to sink in that Titanic  movie back in the Nineties (and I feature 100% less Celine Dion).

Why, this blog is 62 years old in blog years!

No Soup for You

“So don’t cry for me , ‘cos I’m going away / But I’ll be back some lucky day.”  – Tom Waits, 1993

“It’s no big deal, it’s just… We have to go away and ... and dream it all up again.”  – Bono, 1989

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This blog isn’t dead. It’s just sleeping.

This is an official notice. Effective immediately, I am taking some time off from writing “Lesbians in My Soup.”

I do not know how long, exactly. I’m taking as long as it takes.

Way, way back, back in August of 2011, I set a goal for this blog and the goal was this: I was going to post at least four original pieces every month for a year.

And I did! I did that and then some.

That was nineteen months ago, and I’ve posted some amazing and fun blogs since then. I’ve blogged about Dana’s religious conversion and I’ve blogged our break-up. I’ve written about meeting a redneck God and I have written about the right way to kill baby seals. I’ve even written some stuff that did not make very much sense at all.

Now I need a break.

I’ll still be around: I’m on Twitter and I have a Tumblr and do Google+.  You should connect with me there and/or chat with me and/or partake in whatever interaction is appropriate in that particular forum.

I hope to see you soon!