5,000 birds in Arkansas fell out of the sky on the morning of January 01, 2011. And I, Andrea Miller, found myself writing a check for my half of this month's mortgage payment. That's what happened this week.
Welcome to 2011.
So here goes -- my feminist exploration of cohabitation. 365 days of it. Give or take (discipline has not been my forte as of late). With a dude. A progressive, socially leftist, uberbrilliantatheistmusician dude who appreciates all my crazy queer marxist feminist attributes (even the ones I have insisted function as decorations on his [our] coffee table). But a dude. I've already found myself getting lost in thoughts of gender identity and conformity and subversion, so I figured what better a way to explore it than to blog about it.
5,000 dead New Year's birds.
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