July 23, 2004
last night as I lay beside my sleeping girl chatting with her dad before we too drifted into dreamland, I heard a strange lapping sound. Looking down, I saw that the pressure of the mattress touching my breast had caused it to spout milk, which was raining in a perfect little arc right into the [...]
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July 23, 2004
In a recent conversation, a friend said, “I’m not a feminist.” It would have seriously derailed our conversation to pursue the matter then, but I’ve been puzzling on it. I’m curious what you, by which I mean all of you, not just the person I left that conversational thread hanging with, think a feminist is. [...]
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