Warning: This poem contains some intense topics. Highlight to read the warnings. It features prison inmates, group therapy, a show soup with some goat features including syndactyly and prey instincts, references to adaptive equipment, vulgar and intrusive talk, spitball leading to a prey reaction, refusal to apologize, speciesist language, discussion of disabilities, adoption issues, learning to compensate for a lost hand, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.
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Disclaimer: I was provided with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Rory is a university student — and she’s just a little too fond of drinking and partying. But when she woke up with no memory of the evening, or the person beside her and what they did, that was the last straw.
Getting help seems the obvious first step, but it’s still hard to walk into the AA meeting, and harder still to stick to her goals.
But if she wants a chance to make things work with the beautiful Michelle, and further explore the submissive side she’s ignored, she’s going to have to commit to recovery and pull her life together, no matter how difficult that seems.
One Last Drop is a f/f romance that tackles some big issues but ultimately left me unsatisfied.
The primary focus of the story is Rory’s alcoholism and her ongoing recovery. It starts at Rory’s first AA meeting which gives a pretext for the skillful delivery of a traumatic backstory without making the reader experience it directly. As a teetotaler, I appreciated the way the story highlighted the alcoholic culture not only of university life but of society more generally. There were also some poignant moments examining shame and the way this manifests–particularly in Rory’s desire to keep her problem a secret and how this undermines her by depriving her of a support network.
However, the latter point was weakened somewhat by shallow characterisation. The close third-person perspective allows us to see what’s going on for Rory, but the characters around her felt flat. Michelle in particular came across as less of a character to connect to and more as a role: that of love interest and mature role-model for Rory to potentially grow into. When the trauma in Michelle’s background came up, it caught me by surprise, as there hadn’t been any foreshadowing. Perhaps this was by design–people don’t foreshadow their traumas in real life–but it left me feeling ambivalent.
The story takes a positive stance towards support groups and therapy, which I appreciated. I also liked the interplay between addiction and BDSM; Michelle is quite firm in not allowing Rory to avoid taking responsibility for her addiction by hiding in her new role as a submissive. Readers should not expect much in the way of onscreen sex. Instead, as is common for Field’s stories, the scene fades to black.
All in all, One Last Drop had some elements I liked, but I feel it ultimately failed to live up to its potential.
Mirrored from Earl Grey Editing.
Apparently black-crowned night herons are on the Illinois state endangered list, but there's been a flock of them nesting in the zoo and somewhere else further south in the park for the last few summers.
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"As Couples As Possible"
A dancer fell in love
with a mathematician,
their affection stymied by
his love of all things body,
her love of all things brain,
until they discovered
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"As couples as possible" -- Work as a couple whenever possible. Re-evaluate the formation after each part of the call.
-- Square Dance Dictionary
Dance is a popular form of artistic exercise. Geometry is the mathematics of shape. Put them together and you get the math of square dance.
The same principle behind this leads to this and this.
I told you so. I have been saying and saying that when a society starts pulling down statues, it tends to mushroom, because people get it in their heads they can destroy all the art they dislike. Sure it's tempting. Everybody loves to pull down something they hate and stomp on it. That's very gratifying. But it's a bad idea because it destroys the past and then nobody has nice things for a long time. It also sucks when other people pull down stuff that YOU like just because THEY don't, and there is probably not one piece of art on the planet which is liked by everyone.
Seriously, people, stop doing this shit. Unpopular art can be moved to a place where it won't annoy folks, but destroying it is counter-civilization.
In spring, the strappy green leaves
emerge from the fertile earth
but bring no blossoms.
The leaves turn yellow,
then brown, and fade away.
In summer, surprise!
A sudden resurrection
out of the dry bare ground
raises flower stalks like magic,
pink lilies spreading themselves
in the sun like naked ladies.
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Lycoris is a type of lily with many different names including resurrection lily, surprise lily, and naked ladies. Both my parents and I have these, and they're beautiful flowers.
World Harvest keeps improving their stock of tea and spices. \o/ Regrettably the cumin and ginger bottles don't fit in our spice rack. >_< But I found some other stuff I haven't seen in a while so I'm happy. Also the food selection on the Strawberry Fields side is improving. The beef pie is a tasty little thing.
My partner Doug and I tried the gansito split at El Oasis. Gansito is a Mexican junk food similar to a chocolate-covered twinkie. I imagine it would be awful by itself, but is quite good with ice cream, either mixed in or like this, split with several scoops of ice cream in between. Chocolate, strawberry, and vanilla topped with whipped cream, nuts, and a cherry. <3
Barnes & Noble continues to grow more annoying. Twice I had someone stop and ask if I needed help finding anything. Well no, you already broke the bookstore, so you can't fix that. I need to browse by looking at a batch of similar things arranged by topic. Now that you have dispersed the new books among the old books, this is impossible, unless you want to go hand-sort the new ones for me. The cookbooks are splodged together, some by topic, others by author or title. So instead of having all the special diet books together, organized by name of their theme, which would be easy to browse, they're all scattered over a couple of bookcases. Someone actually asked me if I knew the titles I wanted. Well if I knew the titles, I'd be able to find them myself! It was yet another damning example of how the store is catering not to bookworms, but to people who don't usually go into bookstores. I guess they've been hyping electronics often enough that they're getting a lot of traffic that can't even find a help desk. 0_o It's gotten to where just being asked is an irritant, another reminder that I'm no longer their target audience. Jesus, lady, I was helping shelve library books when I was four. >_< I did find a couple of books to buy, but it's not fun like it used to be. Bah.
At Wal-Mart I found a new pair of shorts. Things that make me ridiculously happy: garments made of that silky, ventilated fabric that's almost never used on girl clothes, only guy clothes. These shorts are lined and have contrasting trim around the edges. I first got gray with pink trim to go with some tie-dye shirts I bought. Then I got the turquoise with white and tonight the black with white. I wanted the cobalt blue, but so far everyone's been out of that in my size. I'd be happier if these had pockets, but I like the fabric enough to tolerate the lack. They're really comfortable and really, really genderfucking awesome. :D