Since the beginning of my sexual awakening (or when my high school boyfriend put his hands down my pants), I loved sex. Along with sex, my other interests are TV shows, movies, and books. There is a particular workplace sitcom that I adore and almost exclusively write for. The bridge between these interests is not a long one, and soon I was writing erotic fan fiction. And yes, after (a little) personal deliberation, I told my husband that I was a fan fiction writer. But I don't think the switch in our sex life really happened until he read My Really Long Fic.
This is Offbeat Home's archive of People posts.
"Homeowner", "renter" or "squatter" – whatever the label, these occupants take the Offbeat wherever they go.
My husband and I are beginning the open adoption process, and it's time to make a profile. We're Offbeat Lite (yoga, geeky, vegan, non-Christian), and all of the samples I've seen online look like Pinterest threw up on them. I want expectant parents to get to know us — after all, they'll be part of our family — but I'm dealing with pressure to conform to the script of "loving couple describes each other lovingly while lovingly waxing poetic about the loving love they have to give your lovely child."
Brooklyn photographer, and Offbeat Bride vendor Amber Marlow is an intimate wedding and elopement photographer. So why are we singing her praises on Offbeat Home? Because she can also help you with all your awesome non-wedding-related photo needs, including photo sessions you don't even know you need!
Back in 2006 when I was working a full-time corporate job, while also trying to write what would become Offbeat Bride the book, I almost had a nervous breakdown. Desperate for some guidance and inspiration, I sent an email to my local hero, Dan Savage. His advice was basically that he owed it all to his partner. His then-partner? Terry Miller, who is now (thanks to Washington's marriage laws) Dan's husband. In the 10 years since I had this exchange, I've basically built my het marriage to emulate their gay marriage, and I'm convinced it's been the secret to everything being happy.
I look mostly like my father, but I got my mother's mouth.
The second oldest of four girls, my mother was always one of the loud ones. She talked loud. She sang loud. At her Catholic boarding school, she was always popular among her peers, known for being outgoing and gregarious. She became a hippy and strummed the loudest campfire guitar. She became a midwife and founded a national organization and spoke loudly at international women's health conferences. For her 50th birthday, she produced an entire CD of her songs, and threw a big party for herself. She started the night by announcing into the microphone, "Everyone, please be quiet and stop talking. It's time for me to sing."
The idea is simple: After a break-up of two (or more) persons living together, there's often this person left behind to live in the "old house," filled with memories of happier times or painful fights. A good decoration therapy session is about making significant changes to this environment and it usually involves friends, booze and lots of fun.
There's a word in Korean "삐딱이", or "bbiddaki." I've heard it translated as "rebel," but my mom says it is closer to "sarcastic." I think a very literal translation would be "one who stands crookedly." I've been chewing this over for a while, and I think my peeps are onto something…