Freddie apologizes profusely for her blog break. She has a monkey wrenching project in the works that needs her full attention. Look for her after the winter solstice 2008!
I am a feminist survivalist who lives in a Florida swamp trying to monkeywrench patriarchy.
Age: Post-sexy, pre-crone. I'm not wise yet, just wised up, mad as hell, and not taking it any more.
Race: Is it possible to be post-racial in "a country that bends over backward to deny its white supremacist tendencies"? (Junot Diaz)
Sexual Orientation: Electroflexible. I would say that I've fallen in love with my vibrator, but worry because all the best toys are shaped like animals. Does that compromise my PETA membership? What about my carbon footprint with all the batteries I put in landfills?
Mental Status: Crazy (crazy = "a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to fuck her anymore", Tina Fey)
Religion: apocalyptic. Given the times, are other possibilities viable? Besides, as all the great Mother Goddesses know, destruction affords the best creative potential.
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