I'm the kitschy Mason jars used instead of glasses.
I'm the fact that it will be a POT LUCK.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | November 21, 2018 9:46 PM |
I’ll be the pile of flannel and fleece barn jackets in the bedroom.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | November 21, 2018 9:47 PM |
I'm the rescued pit bull, hiding under the table, waiting for a scrap of turkey or a baby to drop on the floor.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | November 21, 2018 9:51 PM |
I'm the very pregnant Lesbian here with my partner Mindy. I look like I could give birth at any moment. I'm seated near the pit bull, who seems to be eyeing me hungrily.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | November 21, 2018 9:55 PM |
I'm the area reserved for CPAP machines.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | November 21, 2018 10:00 PM |
I'm the Nutloaf. Only one serving of me was taken.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | November 21, 2018 10:06 PM |
Is anna kendrick gay?
by Anonymous | reply 7 | November 21, 2018 10:07 PM |
I'll be all of them tipsy, irritable, and hungry as they cry "WHERE THE HELL IS MARGE?" while one of them looking out the window replies excitedly "she just pulled up, but she's having trouble parking her 18 wheeler"
by Anonymous | reply 8 | November 21, 2018 10:09 PM |
I am the songs of Taylor Swift playing in the background while some of the guests help stuff the turkey.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | November 21, 2018 10:15 PM |
I'm the Melissa Etheridge Pandora channel playing in the background.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | November 21, 2018 10:16 PM |
by Anonymous | reply 11 | November 21, 2018 10:18 PM |
We're Barb and Sue. Deb and Nan, meet Sis and Pat.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | November 21, 2018 10:22 PM |
But did Marge remember to bring the vegan dinner rolls?
by Anonymous | reply 14 | November 21, 2018 10:26 PM |
I'm the wispy facial hair.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | November 21, 2018 10:28 PM |
Is the Nutloaf 100% vegan and free of gluten, dairy, nuts, and soy? There needs to be a version that's safe for people with serious allergies to any of those ingredients!
by Anonymous | reply 16 | November 21, 2018 10:28 PM |
I'm Jan, and like R4, I'm pregnant, but because my fetus is male I'm spending Thanksgiving at home.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | November 21, 2018 10:39 PM |
I’m the mismatched but rustic seats and china.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | November 21, 2018 10:41 PM |
I'm the UHaul parked outside. It's loaded with all my stuff, in case I meet someone interesting at dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | November 21, 2018 10:44 PM |
I’m the obligatory rounds of Annie Lennox’s “Why?” and K.D. Lang’s “Lady Chatelaine”
by Anonymous | reply 21 | November 21, 2018 10:44 PM |
I'm the inevitable fibromyalgia flare up that's used as an excuse to go home early.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | November 21, 2018 10:55 PM |
I'm the lonely queen taken in by the lesbians. After a wonderful dinner I'll come back to DL and trash them.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | November 21, 2018 10:59 PM |
I’m the towering phallic candles filling the room with light & cheer, without which everything would be dark & drab!
by Anonymous | reply 24 | November 21, 2018 11:01 PM |
I'm the short, layered haircut with a quiff. I'm on EVERYONE.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | November 21, 2018 11:05 PM |
I'm the menstrual cup, waiting patiently, in Casey's backpack. I'm here if she needs me.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | November 21, 2018 11:08 PM |
^ that is so gross lol
by Anonymous | reply 28 | November 21, 2018 11:10 PM |
I’m the endless stories about last summer’s softball season, and how the leagues just aren’t the same anymore.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | November 21, 2018 11:10 PM |
I'm Denise, looking for donations to get my van home, maybe a passenger or two.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | November 21, 2018 11:17 PM |
I'm the one not on speaking terms with my mother.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | November 21, 2018 11:19 PM |
I'm Brittany, but my friends call me "Tank"
by Anonymous | reply 32 | November 21, 2018 11:20 PM |
I'm the driveway full of Subaru Foresters with dreamcatchers hanging from the rear view mirror.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | November 21, 2018 11:20 PM |
I’m the cheap booze.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | November 21, 2018 11:24 PM |
I’m the Hostess/my house - I make sure we dont invite the actual partner of one of our guests. I am in unrequited love with an attendee and the presence of the one that is “livin the lovin” reminds me too much how of how my friend played me for a fool. We all know just how petty our community is.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | November 21, 2018 11:28 PM |
I'm the row of Doc Martins and Clark's Desert Boots (and one pair of Birkenstocks for Kate, who's a holdout even in winter) lined up at the door. No shoes in the house, please.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | November 21, 2018 11:35 PM |
I'm, Molly. I wish there was sausage in the stuffing. I don't dare say this out loud.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | November 21, 2018 11:36 PM |
I'm one of the many SUVs, crossovers and Jeep crowding the cul-de-sac or driveway.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | November 21, 2018 11:38 PM |
I'm the one who's been in a relationship with at least three of the others but we're OK about it now. Those passive-aggressive comments were purely coincidental.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | November 21, 2018 11:38 PM |
I'm the cat hair hiding in the pumpkin pie. Marge will find it & make several hair pie jokes.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | November 21, 2018 11:42 PM |
I'm the vag cape, hanging on the coat rack. I'm wet.
I'm the slide show of the very last MichFest.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | November 21, 2018 11:44 PM |
I’m the lesbian thinking about undergoing conversion therapy.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | November 21, 2018 11:52 PM |
I'm football.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | November 21, 2018 11:53 PM |
I'm the constant reference to bodily functions best not mentioned at the dinner table.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | November 21, 2018 11:59 PM |
I am the lone trans women who identifies as a lesbian. Most of the women don't really think I am a woman, and are suspicious about my sexual motives, but they are forced to tolerate me otherwise they may lose their job as a Professor of (Formerly ) women's studies- now gender studies.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | November 22, 2018 12:03 AM |
I'm Peg, who has been locked in the upstairs bathroom for the past hour, because Annie cooked the stuffing in the bird to an insufficient temperature and now I have explosive diarrhea.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | November 22, 2018 12:06 AM |
I'm the organic scented soy candles bought at the farmer's market for mood lighting
by Anonymous | reply 47 | November 22, 2018 12:20 AM |
R47: Please pass those soy candles to Peg at R46.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | November 22, 2018 12:22 AM |
I'm a cane. My owner may also require assistance with other mobility needs.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | November 22, 2018 12:37 AM |
Hey, what’s up, I’m Jody. Wanna see my new Harley?
by Anonymous | reply 50 | November 22, 2018 12:40 AM |
I’m the ex-husband of one of the party-gatherers, stopping by to exchange custody of our daughter, Chloe.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | November 22, 2018 12:46 AM |
I'm half baked political opinions that would destroy civilization if they were ever enacted.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | November 22, 2018 12:50 AM |
I'm that one ethnic dish on the table; lesbians are undeniably culture don't you know?
by Anonymous | reply 53 | November 22, 2018 12:54 AM |
I'm Midge, serving up tuna pasta salad without washing my hands despite spending the morning gardening and scratching my pubes.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | November 22, 2018 12:58 AM |
I'm the suspicious curly hair found in the tuna salad by Peg.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | November 22, 2018 1:06 AM |
I am all the Timberlands, Birkenstocks and Dansk clogs lined up just inside the hallway, cause no one is allowed to wear shoes in the house. Hope you brought your slippers!
by Anonymous | reply 56 | November 22, 2018 1:08 AM |
I’m boundaries, clearly stated.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | November 22, 2018 1:11 AM |
R54 - You are grotesque. Leave the party immediately.
by Anonymous | reply 59 | November 22, 2018 1:15 AM |
I’m Annie, telling you NOW, so I don’t have to tell you THEN.
I’m also the designated chef and I’ve undercooked everything! Oooops!
by Anonymous | reply 60 | November 22, 2018 1:17 AM |
I'd rather have R54 at the party than R45.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | November 22, 2018 1:17 AM |
I’m an Indigo Girls concert, attended by most of the dinner guests last summer. There’s not much to say, really. Do those ever change?!
by Anonymous | reply 62 | November 22, 2018 1:18 AM |
I'm the loud fight in the 97 Honda Civic parked two houses down. The owners are wasted and thinking no one can hear the screaming and swearing at the top of their lungs. The couple will be back inside by dessert.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | November 22, 2018 1:20 AM |
I'm "the Flower of Womanhood", Tracey's art piece of a vagina painted in menstrual blood. Out of politeness, all of the guests have said how much they liked it, even they secretly realise that all she did was piss on a cavass while she was on the rag. They have no idea why it needs to be hung in full view of the food.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | November 22, 2018 1:20 AM |
I'm visceral fat. I'm going to kill this party, but not for 10 years.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | November 22, 2018 1:22 AM |
I'm the pre-pubescent male offspring of Peg and Lindsay-Kate, questioning my own sexuality in the face of so many unappealing women. Oh wait! Here comes the pre-pubescent male offspring of Rachelynn and Myra! I'm so relieved to not feel so alone here anymore....
by Anonymous | reply 66 | November 22, 2018 1:24 AM |
Why are lesbians, especially lipstick lesbians, so enticing? Is it because they have no need or interest in us men, which triggers 'the Chase' mode in some of us?
by Anonymous | reply 67 | November 22, 2018 1:25 AM |
We're Kathy and Pat. We're not sure why we were invited -- we're image consultants, not lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | November 22, 2018 1:25 AM |
I'm lady ham. Most of the guests wish I were on the menu instead of turkey.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | November 22, 2018 1:26 AM |
It's because they behave like aliens, r67.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | November 22, 2018 1:27 AM |
This is so great! How did we not do this before? Never mind, who the fuck cares. MORE, MORE!
by Anonymous | reply 71 | November 22, 2018 1:28 AM |
My day sucked until this thread.
I’m June Pointer’s unruly early 80s bush, recently discovered on full view in an music video, excitedly shared and admired.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | November 22, 2018 1:29 AM |
I'm Joonie, and I'd like to sing a song of gratitude and thanks before we sit down to eat this beautiful meal.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | November 22, 2018 1:32 AM |
I’m the early 90s Toyota or Nissan pickup with a canopy in the driveway. I’ve got two cattle/shepherd type dogs in the back.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | November 22, 2018 1:35 AM |
I'm Tami-Lyn, but I look more like I should be called Olaf.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | November 22, 2018 1:35 AM |
I’m the organic vegan pie Leslie picked up at the alternative foods co-op.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | November 22, 2018 1:36 AM |
I’m the silence that will ensue between the host couple after the guests leave. Neither one of them will say what offence was committed during dinner. The other one is expected to know.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | November 22, 2018 1:39 AM |
R1 Pot out of luck probably more like it.
by Anonymous | reply 78 | November 22, 2018 1:39 AM |
I'm Shrek. I'm the father of most of these gals.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | November 22, 2018 1:40 AM |
So far R77 wins this thread. Gay, lez, bi or straight. This is painfully familiar. But let's get back to the fun. Sorry.
by Anonymous | reply 80 | November 22, 2018 1:50 AM |
I am the hushed discussion on the outbreak of violence against lesbians at the hands of women-with-penises. We are speaking quietly so the woman-with penis invited to our gathering doesn't hear and start threatening us
by Anonymous | reply 81 | November 22, 2018 1:54 AM |
I'm a group of strong, fascinating, cultured women gathered together out of fellowship to enjoy a lovely meal and each other's company...with sex possibly to follow.
Oh shit, sorry, I thought this was "Let's be the dinner scene in the new version of Suspiria".
by Anonymous | reply 82 | November 22, 2018 2:01 AM |
We're boundaries, and we need to be stated early on.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | November 22, 2018 2:10 AM |
I am the hostess who stated her boundaries two months prior, only to have my boundaries questioned for three hours in a process meeting with her fellow sisters once they arrived. After, I gracefully serve them a starter of romaine salad.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | November 22, 2018 2:14 AM |
There’s plenty of room on the futons! Just nudge the dogs, cats, babies, children, and ferrets out of the way and balance your plate on your knees.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | November 22, 2018 2:16 AM |
I'm the never used bra sitting at home alone.
Along with the high heels my mother forced on me years ago.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | November 22, 2018 2:16 AM |
I'm the one who fantasizes about the young Hollywood starlets who describe themselves as "fluid" in order to jump on the coming-out bandwagon without actually calling themselves gay.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | November 22, 2018 2:18 AM |
And be careful when you open the refrigerator!
by Anonymous | reply 88 | November 22, 2018 2:18 AM |
"We're here!!"
by Anonymous | reply 89 | November 22, 2018 2:20 AM |
I'm already so tipsy I misspelled my own last name!!!
by Anonymous | reply 90 | November 22, 2018 2:21 AM |
I'm here in spirit.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | November 22, 2018 2:22 AM |
Im the adopted Asian twins Lily and Daisy...nice to meet you
by Anonymous | reply 92 | November 22, 2018 2:22 AM |
I’m the music for the party. Well, OK, I’m a stack of cassettes on an unpainted wood shelf in the living room. Take your pick! Ferron. Sweet Honey in the Rock. Holly Near. Nothing produced after 1986.
Oh! Oh! Oh! There’s also Cris Williamson. And there’s a Joan Armatrading cassette but it got played so much it started unraveling.
But the guests could just sing Me Myself I acapella from memory.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | November 22, 2018 2:32 AM |
I'm the grey walls with maroon accents all over the place.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | November 22, 2018 2:32 AM |
I'm the labia ceviche appetizer.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | November 22, 2018 2:32 AM |
I’m the stash of Stouffer’s Lean Cuisine in the freezer none of the guests can find out about because the host marches against big agro.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | November 22, 2018 2:34 AM |
I'm "Liz" and I'm on my 23rd shot of straight vodka telling you how "queer" this home is.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | November 22, 2018 2:34 AM |
R95 gurl stop.... LOL
by Anonymous | reply 98 | November 22, 2018 2:35 AM |
I’m the museum gift store Georgia O’Keeffe print hanging above the toilet.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | November 22, 2018 2:35 AM |
I'm the quaint 3 inch pile of dog hair along the baseboards.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | November 22, 2018 2:38 AM |
I'm the patchwork quilt hand-made of recycled team sweatshirts from Julie's Alma-Mater's football games. I'm normally on a chair in the bedroom, but Julie has draped me over the sofa in the living room in the hopes people will notice me and praise her handiwork.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | November 22, 2018 2:39 AM |
I’m the cracked tail light on Kim’s 1997 Subaru
by Anonymous | reply 102 | November 22, 2018 2:41 AM |
R102 LMAO
by Anonymous | reply 103 | November 22, 2018 2:42 AM |
I’m the mole on the side of Jo’s nose. It sprouts two hairs.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | November 22, 2018 2:42 AM |
We’re the scents of men’s cologne and Bengay wafting through the air basically as densely as oxygen.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | November 22, 2018 2:44 AM |
Anna Kendrick is lesbian?
by Anonymous | reply 106 | November 22, 2018 2:45 AM |
I'm the missing side mirror on Kim's 1997 Subaru.
by Anonymous | reply 107 | November 22, 2018 2:46 AM |
I'm Louise. I'm Jan's mom, visiting from Arizona. Just tagged along for the evening.
by Anonymous | reply 108 | November 22, 2018 2:49 AM |
I’m the roommate chore schedule posted on the refrigerator.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | November 22, 2018 2:50 AM |
I'm Leonard, Maddie's 8 year old basset hound. I have no idea why this bitch takes my old ass everywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | November 22, 2018 2:54 AM |
I'm the cluttered bathroom with rust stains in the toilet that look like poo and used musty towels left out for guest use.
by Anonymous | reply 111 | November 22, 2018 2:58 AM |
I'm the talking stick.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | November 22, 2018 3:03 AM |
I'm the Suze Orman Will and Trust kit accidentally left on the living room coffee table.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | November 22, 2018 3:04 AM |
I'm this #36 cd in the Sony Compact Disc Multi Player 300 CD holding Carousel Mega Storage unit.
by Anonymous | reply 114 | November 22, 2018 3:04 AM |
I'm r23. I accepted the last-minute invite to this shitshow, and decided to bring a lovely fall - themed floral arrangement.
And I put it in a mason jar.
That'll show 'em.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | November 22, 2018 3:05 AM |
I'm the Marlboro Lights that are smoked on the deck after the argument in front of all the guests.
by Anonymous | reply 116 | November 22, 2018 3:06 AM |
I'm the tear stained "I'm With Her" Hillary Clinton t shirts in the cedar chest in the guest room.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | November 22, 2018 3:08 AM |
I'm Krista, Molly's date and new to the group. I recently divorced my husband and feel that I need to just explore my options for the moment.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | November 22, 2018 3:10 AM |
OMG, I want to buy all the posters on this thread a drink.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | November 22, 2018 3:12 AM |
I’m bread pudding.....
by Anonymous | reply 120 | November 22, 2018 3:13 AM |
We're Sue and Darcy. We met at Pat and Barb's Halloween party (Sue was Xena and Darcy was a pumpkin). Since then, we've gotten married and adopted two children.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | November 22, 2018 3:14 AM |
I am the ghost of a TRUE Lez Icon, happily peddling up the drive and joining the festivities, sincerely thrilled that all these young gals are keepin' our traditions alive!
(After a few shots I regale the enraptured girls with sizzling anecdotes about all the hot film Goddesses I made it with back in the 1930s *coughMarlenecough*)
by Anonymous | reply 122 | November 22, 2018 3:14 AM |
I'm the CPAP machine for Leonard R110
by Anonymous | reply 123 | November 22, 2018 3:15 AM |
I'm the neighbor across the street. Constantly looking through the blinds at each new arrival.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | November 22, 2018 3:15 AM |
R119 Make mine a cold Coors 16 ouncer sweetie.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | November 22, 2018 3:18 AM |
I'll just have a white wine spritzer and pray Reno doesn't notice I'm here.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | November 22, 2018 3:19 AM |
I'm the 108 piece tool kit in the hall closet.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | November 22, 2018 3:19 AM |
I'm the relationship drama building between Sue and Darcy. I will become a MAJOR thing before pie is served.
by Anonymous | reply 129 | November 22, 2018 3:21 AM |
Ahem R122. Would they let a "lez" on the Dating Game? I think not. I just never found the right man!!!!!
by Anonymous | reply 130 | November 22, 2018 3:22 AM |
I'm Dani, whose constant puns and wisecracks aren't nearly as funny as she thinks they are.
by Anonymous | reply 131 | November 22, 2018 3:25 AM |
I'm the CD of Tracy Chapman's debut album, which Midge has just started to play on the Bose from 1998. A conversation follows about what a classic it is, and how all of them nearly lived the lyrics to "For My Lover."
"It almost got that bad with me! Luckily I was able to break it off at the last minute."
by Anonymous | reply 132 | November 22, 2018 3:26 AM |
I'm Carol. After a few drinks I'll be walking around, teary-eyed, reminding everyone to be mindful.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | November 22, 2018 3:27 AM |
Yes, I have arrived. My constant self-righteous indignation, , my love for attention and my gift for always playing the victim card will surely ruin this get together. You all might as well leave now and just let me have at all this food by myself. Toodles!
by Anonymous | reply 134 | November 22, 2018 3:28 AM |
I'm Dani, whose constant puns and wisecracks aren't nearly as funny as she thinks they are.
by Anonymous | reply 135 | November 22, 2018 3:28 AM |
I'm Kim's DUI and suspended license, which is why Darlene is driving Kim's 1997 Subaru today.
by Anonymous | reply 136 | November 22, 2018 3:30 AM |
I'm the 3 cans of Tab cola rolling around in the back of Kim's 1997 Subaru.
by Anonymous | reply 137 | November 22, 2018 3:31 AM |
I'm the American Spirit butts in the ashtray of Kim's 1997 Subaru.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | November 22, 2018 3:34 AM |
I'm here too.
I'm still sad that no one really understands my music.
Here's my new CD. "My Baby Died of an Opiate Overdose and I Will Quit School to Take Care Her Daddy Who Has a Problem With the Bottle Soon As I am Out Of Jail After Being Beaten and Wrongfully Accused By White Male Cop Who Also Hates Proud Gay Women Who Are of African Descent."
This will be my comeback. Comeback. What a sad and lonely word.
by Anonymous | reply 139 | November 22, 2018 3:34 AM |
I’m Carol and Joanna. We share a obgyn practice and own houses next door to each other and haven’t dated anyone in 30 years and go everywhere, including cruises and lesbian potlucks together. But we aren’t out. We don’t do labels.
by Anonymous | reply 140 | November 22, 2018 3:35 AM |
I'm a lipstick lesbian....wondering if I should go in. Seems to be a lot of "John Deere" types in there.
by Anonymous | reply 141 | November 22, 2018 3:36 AM |
I'm Kim's ankle bracelet.
by Anonymous | reply 142 | November 22, 2018 3:37 AM |
^^ Rachel?
by Anonymous | reply 143 | November 22, 2018 3:37 AM |
R140, we understand.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | November 22, 2018 3:43 AM |
I'm the untouched pumpkin spice bars sitting out on the sideboard. My secret ingredient is sweetened condensed milk. Terry from Accounts Receivable made me. I'm an inanimate object but even I can feel her rage at my untouched state.
by Anonymous | reply 145 | November 22, 2018 3:43 AM |
I have arrived. Please paint all of the walls white. Ceiling too. Remove current furniture and bring in all white furniture. Someone find me a single symbolic red apple to place on this white table. I'm avant garde, doncha know? No. I'm not talentless. I'm avant garde!
by Anonymous | reply 146 | November 22, 2018 3:43 AM |
I knew!!!
by Anonymous | reply 147 | November 22, 2018 3:44 AM |
I'm Aiza Gho(née Andrea Clark). I'll be wearing my new Thanksgiving themed hijab. I will not be discussing female genitalia mutilation. A little respect please.
by Anonymous | reply 148 | November 22, 2018 3:46 AM |
I'm the screeching argument that erupted in the 1997 Subaru when Darlene told Kim she'd better not be drinking today. It lasted all the way up I-95.
by Anonymous | reply 149 | November 22, 2018 3:48 AM |
I had nowhere else to go today.
by Anonymous | reply 150 | November 22, 2018 3:48 AM |
Oh crap. A clique of 20-something SJWs just walked in! I'm outta here!
by Anonymous | reply 151 | November 22, 2018 3:50 AM |
Knock knock.....are you all still with me?
by Anonymous | reply 152 | November 22, 2018 3:51 AM |
I'm this in a double mat {cream and gold } in a 1 inch frame in the hallway.
by Anonymous | reply 153 | November 22, 2018 3:51 AM |
I'm the boxes of Yellow Tail wine on the kitchen counter.
by Anonymous | reply 154 | November 22, 2018 3:55 AM |
I'm the cat high as fuck off catnip in the back bathroom. I'm also a big Trump supporter. Ssshhh! Don't tell the ladies.
by Anonymous | reply 155 | November 22, 2018 3:56 AM |
Hey, Leslie, pass the pussy!
by Anonymous | reply 156 | November 22, 2018 3:59 AM |
***Rosie O'D screwing her face up into glaring snarl and looking suspiciously at the cat***
by Anonymous | reply 157 | November 22, 2018 4:00 AM |
I'm Jeannie, and I'm late getting here for having dinner with my kids and husband. After dropping the kids at Grandma's, hubby said he'd go hang with his buddy, Steve.
by Anonymous | reply 159 | November 22, 2018 4:10 AM |
HI EVERYBODY! I BROUGHT ALL MY JANEANE GAROFALO DVDS!
by Anonymous | reply 161 | November 22, 2018 4:26 AM |
I'm the pleasure rod (8" clitoral-crimson steel vibrator) shattering the bedroom window & landing in the vegetable garden sometime after midnight. Lucy, their frazzled Lab, bolts out the doggie door to run for the woods behind the house.
by Anonymous | reply 162 | November 22, 2018 4:35 AM |
I'm a DVD of CAROL. I've been inside the DVD player for two years. Help me.
by Anonymous | reply 163 | November 22, 2018 4:37 AM |
I'm the dungarees hanging in the closet.
by Anonymous | reply 164 | November 22, 2018 4:42 AM |
I am Wangero X. Kwashiorkor, formerly Gloria Henderson. I love y'all dearly, although some of you did get on my nerves at the farewell Michfest Breast Casting for Womyn of Color workshop when you claimed to have been WOC in another lifetime.
by Anonymous | reply 165 | November 22, 2018 4:49 AM |
We're bras... we weren't invited...
by Anonymous | reply 166 | November 22, 2018 4:51 AM |
I'm Madeline's vinegary kombucha. Noone will finish their glass of me.
by Anonymous | reply 167 | November 22, 2018 5:48 AM |
I'm "witchcraft" mentioned in OP's linked article but not yet on this thread. I'm also "coven."
by Anonymous | reply 168 | November 22, 2018 6:39 AM |
I’m the tofurkey.
by Anonymous | reply 169 | November 22, 2018 6:50 AM |
I'm the lentil salads. There are four of us, and 3 varieties of hummus.
by Anonymous | reply 170 | November 22, 2018 8:05 AM |
[quote]I'm the CD of Tracy Chapman's debut album, which Midge has just started to play on the Bose from 1998.
You mean 1988? And what is "the Bose"?
by Anonymous | reply 171 | November 22, 2018 8:29 AM |
Bose is a brand of speakers and what in 1998 was considered very compact stereo systems, so I think there was no typo in that post.
Get to know your prepositional phrases and modifiers, r171. The post was referring to “the Bose from 1998,” not the CD.
by Anonymous | reply 172 | November 22, 2018 9:32 AM |
Bose CD player from 1998. I assume the joke was about the lesbians being hopelessly behind the times, r171, by playing, first of all CD’s!, secondly, one hit wonder Tracy Chapman, and thirdly, on a Bose CD player, which to millenials is like generation x making fun of 8-tracks.
by Anonymous | reply 173 | November 22, 2018 9:36 AM |
I have never referred to speakers as being from a particular year. Sorry, r172.
by Anonymous | reply 174 | November 22, 2018 9:36 AM |
[quote]I assume the joke was about the lesbians being hopelessly behind the times
Which is completely, perfectly implicit in "Tracy Chapman's debut album."
by Anonymous | reply 176 | November 22, 2018 9:41 AM |
[quote]I have never referred to speakers as being from a particular year. Sorry, [R172].
OK but it only takes basic knowledge of English to know that the prepositional phrase “from 1998” is modifying the object next to it “the Bose”, then you go oh, haha. And move on.
by Anonymous | reply 177 | November 22, 2018 9:42 AM |
Alright, r177. You are hilarious. I am a dunderhead. Can we stop now? PLEASE?
by Anonymous | reply 178 | November 22, 2018 9:45 AM |
I am the couch. If the right, nice fair minded ladies come the hostess will be flopped on me pleasantly drunk maybe snoring after desert. Her beloved buddies will be joshing and cleaning up after she had done everything else. She will rise and fix them all BIG gladware containers of deliciousness to carry home.
She will say goodbye, return to my over stuffed cushions. It will have been a splendid success, with all the smart, funny kind lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 179 | November 22, 2018 10:14 AM |
I wasn’t the original poster of the Tracy Chapman post, r178, I’m just one of many who got the lame joke.
by Anonymous | reply 180 | November 22, 2018 10:16 AM |
Yet for some reason, r180, you're the one who can't let it go.
by Anonymous | reply 181 | November 22, 2018 10:24 AM |
For the record, Tracey Chapman was a TWO hit wonder with "Fast Car" and "Call Me Anytime"
by Anonymous | reply 182 | November 22, 2018 12:06 PM |
Can we please move on? Y'all sound like a bunch of lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 183 | November 22, 2018 12:10 PM |
Everybody talks about pussy.
And the cute habits of their.cats.
by Anonymous | reply 184 | November 22, 2018 12:13 PM |
Lol r183 😁
by Anonymous | reply 185 | November 22, 2018 12:17 PM |
I am the kitchen , the most neglected room decor/design wise in the lesbian household
by Anonymous | reply 186 | November 22, 2018 12:18 PM |
I am Lavern an "ElderLesbie" I drink too much Yellow Tail and grab my guitar !!! I forget to change the pronouns in the song ....
by Anonymous | reply 187 | November 22, 2018 12:26 PM |
I’m the ghost of Marie Dressler. This brings back fond memories of Thanksgiving 1927, when I tried to put the moves on Spring Byington. Damn that stupid Garbo bitch for pussy blocking me!
by Anonymous | reply 188 | November 22, 2018 12:27 PM |
I'm the floorboards creaking and straining under the combined weight of all the lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 189 | November 22, 2018 12:32 PM |
I’m Rhonda. And I’m smiling through gritted teeth to hide how TRIGGERED I am by R187’s flagrant misuse of pronouns!
by Anonymous | reply 190 | November 22, 2018 12:32 PM |
I’m Harmony, and I’m sorry I’m late. The traffic getting out of the local turkey trot 5K race is always a bitch.
Whoops, was that my finisher’s medal that just dropped into the mashed potatoes? Sorry!
by Anonymous | reply 191 | November 22, 2018 12:51 PM |
I am the spoons, which are almost used up.
by Anonymous | reply 192 | November 22, 2018 1:05 PM |
We’re Christy and Stacy. We recorded our own self-financed album in 1990 while we went to Texas A&M University.
Of course, we brought our guitars as we will be “coaxed” into performing after the meal. We’ll perform classics from our 28 year old album as well as music from Christy’s solo album.
We will also sing a few covers like the Indigo Girls’ “Closer To Fine” and Stevie Nicks’ “Landslide,” which always get the girls crying.
We’re in Austin, of course.
by Anonymous | reply 193 | November 22, 2018 1:14 PM |
I'm the expired tags on Kim's '97 Subaru, which is why she reverse parked me into the driveway.
by Anonymous | reply 194 | November 22, 2018 1:14 PM |
I'm the comfy Bernie Sanders 2016 Sweatshirts over half the flannel in the room.
by Anonymous | reply 195 | November 22, 2018 1:19 PM |
I am the bumper sticker on half of the attendees' cars.
by Anonymous | reply 196 | November 22, 2018 1:22 PM |
I am the Blue Moon pottery that graces the dining table. I am made by a lesbian collective in Vermont.
by Anonymous | reply 197 | November 22, 2018 1:24 PM |
I am the scent of 15 unwashed vaginas. I am serving as a magnet for every stray Cat in a 1.5 mile radius.
by Anonymous | reply 198 | November 22, 2018 1:26 PM |
I’m the Zippo lighter Sara has had since college. She’s using me to light her Marlboros she needs to calm her down after she was called ‘sir’ earlier today.
by Anonymous | reply 199 | November 22, 2018 1:46 PM |
I’m the CD collection gathering dust that we can’t bring ourselves to throw away including Wendy & Lisa, Sinead O’Connor (first album only) and Michelle Shocked.
by Anonymous | reply 200 | November 22, 2018 1:48 PM |
I ‘m Gloria. I am on my fifth Miller Genuine Draft Light. I still feel betrayed by Holly Near and Michelle Shocked turning straight.
by Anonymous | reply 201 | November 22, 2018 1:55 PM |
Im the hairy nipple that was not plucked.
by Anonymous | reply 202 | November 22, 2018 2:03 PM |
I'm Joe-Dee. I'm a cutter. I will wear short sleeved shirts today to make you a little sick as you view my physical side effects of my pain. I feel the scars are a work of art.
by Anonymous | reply 203 | November 22, 2018 2:05 PM |
I'm the gastric band in one of the guests. I have eroded, causing her stomach to explode.
by Anonymous | reply 204 | November 22, 2018 2:08 PM |
I'm the grease and grime under the bitten fingernails of Val. In addition to a love of carpentry, power tools, and mud play, she also works on her Harley constantly. The other girls never believe her when she insists that she actually HAS washed her hands before dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 205 | November 22, 2018 2:09 PM |
I'm the side-eye that Darlene is giving Kim every time she gets a little too close to the boxed Yellow Tail on the kitchen counter. If she starts drinking today there is going to be hell to pay on the ride home!
by Anonymous | reply 206 | November 22, 2018 2:19 PM |
I'm the Dreamcatcher keychains hanging off the belt loops.
by Anonymous | reply 207 | November 22, 2018 2:22 PM |
I am the lack of references to Barbra Streisand, Liza Minnelli, or Cher.
by Anonymous | reply 208 | November 22, 2018 2:29 PM |
I’m Gloria, drunk and fascinated by Jo-Dee’s pain. She really gets me!
(I hope she doesn’t turn straight, too, like Holly and Michelle!)
by Anonymous | reply 209 | November 22, 2018 2:32 PM |
^That's actually an interesting point. Do lesbians have male celebrities which they idolize?
by Anonymous | reply 210 | November 22, 2018 2:32 PM |
Hi I'm PJ and this is TJ. We'll just put this cooler of Coors Light on the back deck, everybody help yourselves! Oh, we parked our truck on the front lawn because the driveway's full, is that ok?
by Anonymous | reply 211 | November 22, 2018 2:32 PM |
Hi, I'm Nat and I can't wait to gobble, gobble, gobble!
by Anonymous | reply 212 | November 22, 2018 2:37 PM |
I’m little Chloë from R51’s post. Mommy has forbidden me to bring my princess dolls from daddy’s house because she says they reinforce negative stereotypes.
Since I have no interest in the gender neutral toys mom and her wife got me, I put on mommy’s old pink pussy hat and go outside to play among the Subarus.
by Anonymous | reply 213 | November 22, 2018 2:38 PM |
I’m the dirty rear quarter panel of Kim’s 1997 Subaru. It seems like it’s coming from the emissions but replacing the exhaust system is too much money. It’s a shame though, because the dirty exhaust is soiling Kim’s vintage Lilith Fair bumper sticker, the one next to her 12-step ‘One Day at a Time’ sticker.
by Anonymous | reply 214 | November 22, 2018 2:38 PM |
I love r191.
by Anonymous | reply 215 | November 22, 2018 2:47 PM |
I am the pagan prayer said before we dig in.
by Anonymous | reply 216 | November 22, 2018 2:47 PM |
I'm Kim and I swear to God if Darlene gives the the side-eye one more fucking time when I'm near the Yellow Tail I'm just going to pour myself a glass. Fuck it. Fuck her. Everybody else is drinking, why can't I? Ok, maybe I'll just go out on the deck for an American Spirit and chug down one of those Coors Lights so nobody will see me.
by Anonymous | reply 217 | November 22, 2018 2:56 PM |
I’m an acoustic guitar, I’m going to make my entrance soon for a Lilith Fair sing-a-long
by Anonymous | reply 218 | November 22, 2018 2:58 PM |
I’m a lightbulb 💡. One lesbian will screw me in while two more will write a meaningful folk song about it.
by Anonymous | reply 219 | November 22, 2018 3:01 PM |
Where's Nan with her nutloaf bread pudding?
by Anonymous | reply 220 | November 22, 2018 3:04 PM |
I'm the survey of who is going to Dinah Shore and who wants to ride with whom and who wants to room with whom.
by Anonymous | reply 221 | November 22, 2018 3:05 PM |
We are the collection of peppermint patty and Marcy figurines sitting in the curio.
by Anonymous | reply 222 | November 22, 2018 3:06 PM |
I'm the impromptu yoga class in the den, in silent protest of the acoustic sing-along in the living room.
by Anonymous | reply 223 | November 22, 2018 3:07 PM |
I'm the intense discussion about locally sourced, organic food.
by Anonymous | reply 224 | November 22, 2018 3:11 PM |
I'm every queef.
by Anonymous | reply 225 | November 22, 2018 3:17 PM |
I’m the iutz cheese balls horrified that I’m going to be stuck under flapjack titties and gunts for a cheese ball contest.
by Anonymous | reply 226 | November 22, 2018 3:23 PM |
I am the angry penised lesbian, seething with rage for the snub.
by Anonymous | reply 227 | November 22, 2018 3:23 PM |
I'm wondering which poster is going to start a Let's be Kim's 1997 Subaru thread
by Anonymous | reply 228 | November 22, 2018 3:24 PM |
I'm a wallet chain, I average about one for every two guests.
by Anonymous | reply 229 | November 22, 2018 3:28 PM |
I'm the phrase, 'How dare you?' I'm never far from the lips of every single person in the room.
by Anonymous | reply 231 | November 22, 2018 3:30 PM |
I’m the Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy action figures posed in a provocative way on the mantle.
by Anonymous | reply 232 | November 22, 2018 3:33 PM |
Hi. I'm Kit, Jo's ex. Sorry I'm late. My Wrangler's been giving me trouble. Nice Subi in the drive. '97 was a great model year. I may need a jump later. Anyone got cables?
by Anonymous | reply 233 | November 22, 2018 3:40 PM |
We're Chris and Sam. We smoked a big fat bowl of weed in our Jeep Wrangler on the way over. Is the food almost ready? We're STARVING!
by Anonymous | reply 234 | November 22, 2018 3:43 PM |
I'm the land line phone. Because you never know when you will need one in an emergency.
by Anonymous | reply 235 | November 22, 2018 3:46 PM |
I'm a toast to the Goddess, for all the things we're thankful for this year.
by Anonymous | reply 236 | November 22, 2018 3:49 PM |
I’m the belt hook that Kim’s still-functional Motorola flip phone is worn on. I’ve seen a lot of action today because it’s ringing constantly from a parade of her exes wishing her a happy Thanksgiving. That’s my way of saying there is a steady stream of bitches taking today as the opportunity to play mind games with her. Kim will be hitting the Yellowtail soon enough. For now, everyone has to listen to her funny ring tone (theme from Cagney and Lacey)
by Anonymous | reply 237 | November 22, 2018 3:54 PM |
Hi, I'm here. Am I welcome?
by Anonymous | reply 238 | November 22, 2018 3:55 PM |
I'm the L Chat banner flickering on the Acer desk top computer in the guest room.
by Anonymous | reply 239 | November 22, 2018 3:59 PM |
I'm Patty. I'm that small town gal who looks & dresses exactly like Dwight Schrute.
by Anonymous | reply 240 | November 22, 2018 4:01 PM |
I'm the driveway and the front yard, which looks like a Subaru dealership right now.
by Anonymous | reply 241 | November 22, 2018 4:01 PM |
I’m the pepperoni pizza that no-frills Marty will order as soon as she gets home after a day of putting up with all this quinoa and lentil shit.
by Anonymous | reply 242 | November 22, 2018 4:01 PM |
I’m the basketball hoop above the garage door at Kelly’s home next door. Attendees at regular heterosexual Thanksgiving dinners may engage in a quick game of flag football before the eating begins, but Carol, Dotty, Crowley, Mo, BJ, Lakisha, D’Joan, Playmaker, Jett, and The Blaze were all NCAA Hoops All-Stars back in the 80’s (the first Title 9 babies) and they still feel they got it and up for a quick half-court 20-point fest. There will be a few pulled shoulders and sore thighs afterwards but it will all have been worth it.
by Anonymous | reply 243 | November 22, 2018 4:05 PM |
Poor R243, having to live next door to basketball active.
by Anonymous | reply 244 | November 22, 2018 4:06 PM |
I'm Miriam. Patty's mother. I decided to come and support her in a non traditional Thanksgiving this year. I'll be showing the sonogram pictures on my phone, all day, that my other daughter sent me. You know. The other daughter. THE ONE WHO CAN GIVE ME GRANDCHILDREN! After a few drinks I'll be asking Joe-Dee and her wife Angela which one is the man.
by Anonymous | reply 245 | November 22, 2018 4:07 PM |
We're the uptight fundamentalist Christian neighbors who live across the street, glaring disapprovingly out their windows at their lesbian neighbors. After PJ finishes her fifth Coors Light, she'll go out on the front lawn and flash her tits at them.
by Anonymous | reply 246 | November 22, 2018 4:09 PM |
I'll be the one shouting "WORLDSTAR" by the end of the day.
by Anonymous | reply 247 | November 22, 2018 4:11 PM |
I'm the multiple pine tree air fresheners hanging from the rearview mirror in Marge's Outback, in a vain attempt to try and cover up the smell of weed and Marlboro Reds.
by Anonymous | reply 248 | November 22, 2018 4:14 PM |
I’m the bar of Irish Spring for guests to wash their hands.
by Anonymous | reply 249 | November 22, 2018 4:14 PM |
I’m the cherry pie that Romy tried to bake. She’s never baked one before and the Comstock preserves turned her frozen pastry into gummy mush. She’s now serving it up in bowls with a spoon and calling it a cobbler. The womyn there, in politeness, declare it the best they’ve ever eaten.
by Anonymous | reply 250 | November 22, 2018 4:18 PM |
Ding-dong, I'm the doorbell. Oh, Deb and Fran are here! Did they bring their rescue dogs this time?
by Anonymous | reply 251 | November 22, 2018 4:18 PM |
I’m the game of Scrabble that triggers Bev.
by Anonymous | reply 252 | November 22, 2018 4:20 PM |
I'm the dust-covered VHS tapes of [italic]The L Word: the Complete Series[/italic] and [Queer as Folk[/italic] the American Version, that have sat on a shelf unwatched since the 90's. Maybe we'll have a little movie time in the greenhouse where we keep the television, following the acoustic guitar sing-a-long and impromptu yoga class of course.
by Anonymous | reply 253 | November 22, 2018 4:26 PM |
Deb and Fran are going to talk endlessly about the squirrel rehabilitation center they work at aren't they?
by Anonymous | reply 254 | November 22, 2018 4:26 PM |
We are the neighbors that live down the street and stopped by. All this eating caused us to feel lethargic so we took a break outside to imbibe the cocktails from our happy thermo.
by Anonymous | reply 255 | November 22, 2018 4:28 PM |
R243, I’ll pass on the basketball today. I just ran the Turkey Trot. Did you see my finisher’s medal?
by Anonymous | reply 256 | November 22, 2018 4:32 PM |
I'm MoJo's modified mullet wig bought at Walmart, on account of losing her hair from chemo treatments.
by Anonymous | reply 257 | November 22, 2018 4:38 PM |
I'm the carelessly prepared stuffing that's going to give everybody the explosive shits in a few hours.
by Anonymous | reply 258 | November 22, 2018 4:40 PM |
[quote] I'm the fact that it will be a POT LUCK.
It’s a soupluck not a potluck.
by Anonymous | reply 259 | November 22, 2018 4:41 PM |
Oooh, I’m that one person on every “Let’s Be” thread who takes it a little too far.
by Anonymous | reply 260 | November 22, 2018 4:43 PM |
[quote] I'm the wispy facial hair.
So apt.
by Anonymous | reply 261 | November 22, 2018 4:45 PM |
I’m the green bean casserole 🥘 made with the secret ingredient: Jack Daniels.
by Anonymous | reply 262 | November 22, 2018 4:54 PM |
I'm the six pack of Bud Light that's missing from the fridge. Hey, has anyone seen Kim?
by Anonymous | reply 263 | November 22, 2018 4:56 PM |
I'm Sal and I'm wearing my orange Home Depot vest bc they scheduled me to work today at 5pm bc that's when they open for Black "Friday".
by Anonymous | reply 264 | November 22, 2018 4:58 PM |
I'm the cranberry sauce, brought by Dallas. Dallas is in IT.
by Anonymous | reply 265 | November 22, 2018 4:58 PM |
WTF was Edith thinking? Who invited her anyway? Isn't she a friend of Dallas?
by Anonymous | reply 266 | November 22, 2018 4:59 PM |
I’m the canned yams with marshmallow and brown sugar. No one is eating me. Nobody ever eats me.
by Anonymous | reply 267 | November 22, 2018 4:59 PM |
Oh Lord, and look what they brought for the kids! Frozen pork, beans, and ketchup pops. Get me some wine, fast!
by Anonymous | reply 268 | November 22, 2018 5:04 PM |
Ketchup pops?!
by Anonymous | reply 269 | November 22, 2018 5:08 PM |
I'm the box of sugar cookies in the cupboard. I was stolen from the last AA meeting.
by Anonymous | reply 270 | November 22, 2018 5:13 PM |
I'm a sense of humor. I'm nowhere near this dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 271 | November 22, 2018 5:15 PM |
I'm the calm and insightful political discourse.
by Anonymous | reply 272 | November 22, 2018 5:43 PM |
I'm the Bernie vs. Hillary vs. Jill debate discussed over whiskey,Bud Light and some kush in the backyard by the fire pit. I end friendships and cause 3 people inside to relapse.
by Anonymous | reply 273 | November 22, 2018 7:54 PM |
I'm the Mrs Kravitz-like frau next door looking through her window into theirs while while saying over her shoulder to husband "Something's just not right in that house. Do you suppose they could be L.E.S.B.I.A.N.S?" The husband just looks at her like she's retarded.
by Anonymous | reply 274 | November 22, 2018 7:56 PM |
I’m the bread pudding stolen from ruth’s Chris
by Anonymous | reply 275 | November 22, 2018 8:02 PM |
FEED MY BEAST BITCHES! No one cares about your stupid dinner or digestion, I need some action on this thread.
by Anonymous | reply 276 | November 22, 2018 8:08 PM |
257 doesn't show up. Is it the menstrual painting person?
by Anonymous | reply 277 | November 22, 2018 8:21 PM |
R277 You must have them blocked. You aren't missing anything:
I'm MoJo's modified mullet wig bought at Walmart, on account of losing her hair from chemo treatments.
by Anonymous | reply 278 | November 22, 2018 8:37 PM |
R277, it’s not the same poster, but he is a shit-stirrer who tries to divide gay Democrats.
by Anonymous | reply 279 | November 22, 2018 8:39 PM |
R279 posting at the dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 280 | November 22, 2018 8:42 PM |
I'm a soft and gently wrinkled slightly fuzzy face with no make-up, topped by short curly blondish salt and pepper hair.
by Anonymous | reply 281 | November 22, 2018 9:40 PM |
Wow, that is rather lovely and I could picture it perfectly r281!
by Anonymous | reply 282 | November 22, 2018 9:44 PM |
I'm Kim's waistline, screaming after she decided to go for a third helping of sweet potato poon.
by Anonymous | reply 283 | November 22, 2018 10:18 PM |
I'm the warm plastic bag of Franzia being chugged in the shed (easier to hide that way) by Kim, Kath, and Alex. Eventually we'll be snorting lines of Percocet, stolen from the host.
by Anonymous | reply 284 | November 22, 2018 10:41 PM |
I'm the bottle of hand sanitizer hidden in Thora's pocket. She'll discreetly use me to clean her hands & the cutlery before eating.
by Anonymous | reply 285 | November 22, 2018 10:52 PM |
I'm the videos neatly stacked next to the VCR - GO FISH, IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK 2, BOUND, FUCKING AMAL, HIGH ART, BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER, HEAVENLY CREATURES, FOXFIRE, GIA,GIRL INTERRUPTED, TOMB RAIDER and TOMB RAIDER 2.
by Anonymous | reply 286 | November 22, 2018 11:00 PM |
You forgot DESERT HEARTS and BAGHDAD CAFE.
by Anonymous | reply 287 | November 22, 2018 11:37 PM |
R271 just pointed out why gay men are more likeable than gay women.
by Anonymous | reply 288 | November 23, 2018 12:25 AM |
I'm the outline of the nipple ring underneath the Carhartt sweatshirt.
by Anonymous | reply 289 | November 23, 2018 12:50 AM |
I’m the old scores that WILL be settled
by Anonymous | reply 290 | November 23, 2018 1:13 AM |
I'm the steel toed boots.
by Anonymous | reply 291 | November 23, 2018 1:39 AM |
I'm the velour hoodie that's worn for special occasions.
by Anonymous | reply 292 | November 23, 2018 1:52 AM |
We're the matching Kirkland Signature coats.
by Anonymous | reply 293 | November 23, 2018 2:00 AM |
We're the breasts. And we're SO CLOSE to finally touching the waist.
by Anonymous | reply 294 | November 23, 2018 2:08 AM |
I'm the cat, "Kitty." After the first couple people arrived, I decide to get while the gettin's good and make a run for it, darting through the dining room, making myself as flat as possible in the hopes of being invisible. I won't be seen again till tomorrow morning. I want no part of this shitshow.
by Anonymous | reply 295 | November 23, 2018 2:16 AM |
I’m the overhead lighting.
by Anonymous | reply 296 | November 23, 2018 2:31 AM |
I’m the toilet seat that stays DOWN throughout the festivities. Or at least until Kim, Kath and Alex get sick from their Franzia and Percs.
by Anonymous | reply 297 | November 23, 2018 2:37 AM |
I love my lesbian sisters. Happy Thanksgiving!
by Anonymous | reply 298 | November 23, 2018 2:41 AM |
R298 Oh look! A MAN is telling us how we are supposed to feel on Thanksgiving! So typical....
by Anonymous | reply 299 | November 23, 2018 2:46 AM |
FUCKING AMAL, HIGH ART, BUT I'M A CHEERLEADER . . . I've never heard of those movies. Are they GP or X rated?
I'm the straight girl that doesn't belong on this thread but was oh so curious.
by Anonymous | reply 300 | November 23, 2018 2:53 AM |
I'm Dar (Darlene) who wants to play a new composition on the piano I wrote for this occasion, but I can't get everyone to shut up at the same time.
by Anonymous | reply 301 | November 23, 2018 3:26 AM |
I'm the pool table that doesn't have balls.
by Anonymous | reply 302 | November 23, 2018 3:26 AM |
I'm the tortoiseshell cat looking down with disdain on the group from a bookshelf.
by Anonymous | reply 303 | November 23, 2018 3:28 AM |
I'm the bottle opener Pat has on her belt loop, popping off the tops of Coors Light and Miller Genuine Draft for all the other gals.
by Anonymous | reply 304 | November 23, 2018 3:39 AM |
I'm the discussion about where to hang Barb's newly purchased painting of a bouquet of tulips that look like giant red vulvas. Front hall or living room?
by Anonymous | reply 305 | November 23, 2018 3:41 AM |
I'M the painting Nan made by slathering tempera paint on her genitals and rocking back and forth on a canvas. I look like a pudgy butterfly with a stray pube stuck to one wing. Nan has signed me and hopes to sell me on her Etsy shop as a way to supplement her income from the feminist bookstore where she works part-time. All the girls pretend to love me except Kim, who has passed out next to the fake palm tree in the corner.
by Anonymous | reply 306 | November 23, 2018 4:18 AM |
Are the taintings in R306 and R54 similar?
by Anonymous | reply 307 | November 23, 2018 5:01 AM |
Are the taintings in R306 and R64 similar?
by Anonymous | reply 308 | November 23, 2018 5:02 AM |
[quote] Are they GP or X rated?
PG
by Anonymous | reply 309 | November 23, 2018 5:03 AM |
R307 if that was intentional, bravo!
by Anonymous | reply 310 | November 23, 2018 5:14 AM |
[quote] if that was intentional, bravo!
It was but I wish I’d but the correct post number at R307.
by Anonymous | reply 311 | November 23, 2018 5:17 AM |
🙄🙄
by Anonymous | reply 312 | November 23, 2018 5:19 AM |
We’re the shoes at R36 and R56 arguing over who should’ve posted first and whether the Birkenstocks should lose their posting privileges.
by Anonymous | reply 313 | November 23, 2018 5:21 AM |
Someone here is into gross lesbian hygiene
by Anonymous | reply 314 | November 23, 2018 5:25 AM |
Meant to say a particular gross lesbian’s hygiene, not imply that all lesbian hygiene is gross (not true)
by Anonymous | reply 315 | November 23, 2018 5:27 AM |
I'm the chainsaw that the host will use to carve the turkey.
by Anonymous | reply 316 | November 23, 2018 5:29 AM |
[quote] Do lesbians have male celebrities which they idolize?
Viggo Mortensen
by Anonymous | reply 318 | November 23, 2018 6:19 AM |
[quote]Do lesbians have male celebrities which they idolize?
KD Lang
Chaz
by Anonymous | reply 319 | November 23, 2018 6:24 AM |
[quote] I'm wondering which poster is going to start a Let's be Kim's 1997 Subaru thread —I kind of want this to happen...
It’s all for you, R228.
by Anonymous | reply 320 | November 23, 2018 6:31 AM |
We shall marry R320
by Anonymous | reply 321 | November 23, 2018 7:43 AM |
If only Subaru wasn't misspelled in the initial post!
by Anonymous | reply 322 | November 23, 2018 8:32 AM |
R52 I am still up at 5 am reading in the dark, and your post caused me to laugh out loud and wake my houseguest in the next room.
I chuckle silently at most of these clever comments, but for some reason yours really hit my funny bone. It is SO true.
by Anonymous | reply 323 | November 23, 2018 9:06 AM |
We're the strap-on didos hidden at the back of the wardrobe in case we trigger anyone.
by Anonymous | reply 324 | November 23, 2018 10:37 AM |
I'm the bookshelf, I contain Radclyffe Hall, the poems of Sappho and a photo book about Drag Kings.
by Anonymous | reply 325 | November 23, 2018 10:39 AM |
R165, Some believe that when 100% of the Earth has had an offer to accept Christ as their personal savior, He will soon return. The Christian martyr was so naive he didn't realize that there are still dozens of tribal groups all over the world that are still relatively untouched by modern civilization.
by Anonymous | reply 326 | November 23, 2018 11:23 AM |
I'm 326 sorry for gatecrashing ladies!
by Anonymous | reply 327 | November 23, 2018 11:28 AM |
Tuna casserole with extra salt.
by Anonymous | reply 328 | November 23, 2018 11:31 AM |
R426, did you take a wrong turn at Vulva Way?
by Anonymous | reply 329 | November 23, 2018 11:39 AM |
Meant for r326
by Anonymous | reply 330 | November 23, 2018 11:40 AM |
R329, R330, R326 was designed for the thread on the Christian adventurer/missionary who died breaking Indian laws. I'm sure if he broke social protocol and showed up at the all-womyn Friendsgiving feast he would still be breathing.
by Anonymous | reply 331 | November 23, 2018 12:39 PM |
I'm the six pack of local craft beer that Ronnie brought, not because she loves it like she claims, but because it was on sale at the liquor store.
by Anonymous | reply 332 | November 23, 2018 12:47 PM |
I'm the pilled, russet-hued poly-blend throw draped over the seat cushions of the worn hand-me-down IKEA sofa. I hide the dark and multifarious piss stains left there by Millie, the large shelter mutt who had some continence issues in her later years. Millie died in 2014.
by Anonymous | reply 333 | November 23, 2018 12:54 PM |
Millie was of course, a very good girl.
by Anonymous | reply 334 | November 23, 2018 1:30 PM |
I'm the adolescent brother of the pre-pubescent male offspring of Peg and Lindsay-Kate at R66. I'm 17 and I know I'm straight. What I [italic]don't[/italic] know is why all these women keep bitching about this being a male-dominated world when my world has always been so painfully female dominated.
by Anonymous | reply 335 | November 23, 2018 1:30 PM |
I am the harbinger of disaster: the words, "What's that supposed to mean?"
by Anonymous | reply 336 | November 23, 2018 1:44 PM |
r337 Eeeww
by Anonymous | reply 338 | November 23, 2018 2:38 PM |
Hi I'm Krys and I'm not going to eat anything until we hold hands in silent remembrance of the slaughter of our brave indigenous sisters.
by Anonymous | reply 339 | November 23, 2018 2:43 PM |
I'm Jewell (legal name: Tiffany) and I would like to request that we use another word for nutloaf. As you all know, I am a survivor of sexual assault and the word "nut" is very triggering for me.
by Anonymous | reply 341 | November 23, 2018 3:21 PM |
Will labia-loaf do for you Jewell?
By the way, one of your 15 earrings just fell into the pumpkin soup. I hope 'pump' doesn't trigger you or make you thinking of huge swinging testes pumping their nut juice all over you.
by Anonymous | reply 342 | November 23, 2018 3:26 PM |
I’m the soy not-turkey. I taste just like the real thing!
by Anonymous | reply 343 | November 23, 2018 3:28 PM |
Hi I'm gingham - I'm THE look at this Thanksgiving!
by Anonymous | reply 344 | November 23, 2018 3:28 PM |
I'm Barb, wondering if the glazed frosting on my dessert will trigger Jewell's memories of her sexual assault. Dottie told me he finished all over her face.
by Anonymous | reply 345 | November 23, 2018 3:29 PM |
I'm the pair of John Lennon-esque spectacles that let me admire my fellow diner's tits.
by Anonymous | reply 346 | November 23, 2018 3:30 PM |
I’m 1/128th Native American so I’m boycotting the meal and will be sending all attendees scoldy texts about how your holiday is a celebration of your ancestors exterminating mine.
by Anonymous | reply 347 | November 23, 2018 3:30 PM |
I'm righteous indignation, if anything's spilling out of the horn o' plenty at this dinner, it's me!
by Anonymous | reply 348 | November 23, 2018 3:33 PM |
I'm Dottie and I want to hold a healing circle to help Jewell overcome the memories of her sexual assault.
I'll also be holding a pierce your own clit workshop afterwards.
by Anonymous | reply 349 | November 23, 2018 3:33 PM |
I'm the host's yellowed, dusty paperback copy of "The Female Eunuch" by Germaine Greer, which catches Viv's eye as she looks for the "Prisoner: Cell Block H" DVD box set. I lead to a loud, disingenuously offhand comment about whether Greer should be considered "problematic" that escalates into a drunken shouting match over whether a rape apologist Islamophobe's book should even be allowed under this roof. A shoving match looms, but fortunately Viv and Jewell opt instead to angrily stalk out the back door and smoke sullenly in the cold.
by Anonymous | reply 350 | November 23, 2018 3:37 PM |
bunch of losers with nothing to do but sit around criticizing lesbians. I'm the wealthy lesbian living in california that wouldn't invite a gay man to my wonderful full thanksgiving dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 351 | November 23, 2018 3:37 PM |
Oh R351 - we didn't invite the sense of humour, did you forget? This is for LEZZERS only.
by Anonymous | reply 352 | November 23, 2018 3:42 PM |
I'm all the cucumbers which will disappear after lights out.
by Anonymous | reply 353 | November 23, 2018 3:45 PM |
What's THAT supposed to mean, r351??
by Anonymous | reply 354 | November 23, 2018 3:48 PM |
R351 declared her indignation with such force she dropped some nutloaf on her flannel shirt!
by Anonymous | reply 355 | November 23, 2018 3:49 PM |
I'm a police officer ringing the doorbell...looking for a 1997 Subaru involved in a "smash n' grab" at a Walmart earlier in the day....
by Anonymous | reply 356 | November 23, 2018 3:49 PM |
I'm Midge, peeling an orange with her pocket knight and looking sideways at Kim.
by Anonymous | reply 357 | November 23, 2018 4:06 PM |
Pocket KNIFE!
by Anonymous | reply 358 | November 23, 2018 4:07 PM |
I'm the wealthy Lesbian from r351 who has dropped by late to the event with my womynservant Pol and an opened bottle of Yellowtail wine. I enter the house imperiously, glance at the pedestrian furnishings, and allow the slightest disgusted curl of my lip to show, causing Nan to burst into tears and lock herself in the bathroom. I was once like them, you see, working at the feminist bookstore with Kim, but my tinkerings led to a line of vaginal rejuvenator devices that have made me very successful. Little do I know that the devices have a fatal flaw that causes Rotting Labia Syndrome, and a class action suit is being prepared that will drive me to the poorhouse. For now, though, I enjoy basking in the admiration and obsequiousness of my leaders.
by Anonymous | reply 359 | November 23, 2018 4:11 PM |
^ that should be Lessers. Pol has been severely admonished for her typing incompetence and has now joined Nan weeping in the bathroom.
by Anonymous | reply 360 | November 23, 2018 4:13 PM |
I'm the bookshelf containing the collected works of Patricia Cornwell.
by Anonymous | reply 361 | November 23, 2018 4:16 PM |
Jewell again. I'm also feeling very unsafe after watching Al Roker put sticky white goo on top of all of that sweet poon.
I felt hurt.
I felt violated.
by Anonymous | reply 362 | November 23, 2018 4:26 PM |
I'm the transwoman lesbian the others keep making snide remarks about under their breath, like "Please pee INSIDE the toilet, girls"; "Man on land" and "Snip-snip..."
by Anonymous | reply 363 | November 23, 2018 4:36 PM |
I'm Shawna, and I'm peeling an apple with a machete and looking sideways at Midge peel an orange.
by Anonymous | reply 364 | November 23, 2018 4:38 PM |
I'm PJ, looking at the 1/2 empty cooler of Coors Light and wondering if I need to make another packie run.
by Anonymous | reply 365 | November 23, 2018 4:42 PM |
It's me again. The old paperback of "The Female Eunuch." I was part of the required reading in the host's Women's Studies curriculum at Bennington all those years ago. But she barely even glanced at me, as she was too busy macking on girls, heartlessly teasing boys, and getting stoned at Lilith Fair. Now I meet the most ignominious of ends as, 10 minutes after Jewell and Viv stalked out back to smoke, awaiting the rapprochement that never came, I am, without comment, violently and unceremoniously hurled out the back door and into the dark back yard, fluttering my pages desperately in a final protest. I land in a dirty pile of melted snow next to a rusted rake. I will never be touched or spoken of again. Within a month, I will return to the earth whence I came.
by Anonymous | reply 366 | November 23, 2018 4:44 PM |
I am the "Shorpy" photo of the 1925 General Electric Christmas Party.
In the past I have generated many wonderful comments about Svetlana, the guy with the black eye, the barely suppressed rage of the "girl with the handkerchief" and "what the hell is an oil can doing on the floor"?
I am patiently waiting my turn at DL. I am also wondering if my time has passed.
by Anonymous | reply 367 | November 23, 2018 4:47 PM |
I'm Brenda's pet llamas, Dolly and Fernando- part of the petting zoo she runs out on highway 9 (camping facilities available).
by Anonymous | reply 368 | November 23, 2018 5:00 PM |
R358, is it an evil petting zoo? Did she buy the zoo?
by Anonymous | reply 369 | November 23, 2018 5:06 PM |
"Lesbian! Lesbian!
Living in a No Man's Land!
Lesbian! Lesbian!
ANY WOMAN CAN BE A LESBIAN!"
I'm Lavender Jane Loves Women and drunk Kim is blaring me on speakers of her Subaru outside, wailing along with me!
by Anonymous | reply 370 | November 23, 2018 5:07 PM |
Now Kim is playing me, Jill Sobule from 1995, remembering when life was good and no one bitched at her for drinking and seducing straight women.
by Anonymous | reply 371 | November 23, 2018 5:09 PM |
I'm the baster for the tofu-turkey. You REALLY don't want to know where I was last weekend when Larry and Greg popped over with a 'donation'.
by Anonymous | reply 372 | November 23, 2018 5:12 PM |
I'm a Phranc CD playing in the den. I've been in my owner's possession since her college days back in 1989.
by Anonymous | reply 373 | November 23, 2018 5:17 PM |
'm a bitter, passive aggressive sense of resentment felt all around the room after Kelly's boundaries were stated but not complied with.
by Anonymous | reply 374 | November 23, 2018 5:19 PM |
I'm Kel, seething at 375's post, redolent of the male gaze. It is literal violence!
by Anonymous | reply 377 | November 23, 2018 5:25 PM |
We're the massages offered in the laundry room after 90% of the guests have left.
by Anonymous | reply 378 | November 23, 2018 5:28 PM |
I'm Iva's former partner Bell. We've recently broken-up and I've moved my lover Heather into my rooms.
We communicate now only through refrigerator notes.
by Anonymous | reply 379 | November 23, 2018 5:53 PM |
I'm the three year old carton of frogurt in the freezer.
by Anonymous | reply 380 | November 23, 2018 6:03 PM |
r379 Did some queen actually go to the trouble of writing all that out?
by Anonymous | reply 381 | November 23, 2018 6:08 PM |
It’s me again, the paperback copy of “The Female Eunuch,” with a fresh update. When Bev threw me, she was aiming for the compost heap. Her aim is usually unerring due to all those years of playing softball, but this time she was so full of righteous indignation that she overshot. I flew over the fence and bonked a startled next-door neighbor right upside his head.
by Anonymous | reply 382 | November 23, 2018 6:09 PM |
I'm a dusty and disheveled pile of ignored mail on the small table by the front door. I include numerous fruitless fundraising mailings from Hillary Clinton, Planned Parenthood, RAINN, the Sierra Club, Lambda Legal, SPLC, "Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi," NARAL, the Human Rights Commission, Greenpeace, NOW and the National Disability Rights Network. Nan is big on signing petitions but not so big on making contributions.
by Anonymous | reply 383 | November 23, 2018 6:15 PM |
I'm Leezah-Irene, and although I'm actually 100% white (50% Irish, 40% German, 10% Romanian), in deference to my Pakistani sisters, I am triggered by R365's use of the word "Packie." I don't care that she's referring to beer. My righteous indignation has been kicked into gear, along with my last remaining menstrual period.
by Anonymous | reply 384 | November 23, 2018 6:16 PM |
I am a framed copy of Lena Waithe Vanity Fair cover hanging in the kitchen. I was a Valentine Day gift.
by Anonymous | reply 385 | November 23, 2018 6:19 PM |
I'm Rhiannon, the cat watching everything.
I am the Darkness.
I rule my life like a fine skylark and when the sky is starless.
by Anonymous | reply 386 | November 23, 2018 6:23 PM |
I'm the stress relieving adult coloring books.
by Anonymous | reply 387 | November 23, 2018 6:32 PM |
I'm the Beginner's Guide to Origami underneath a stack of colored square paper on the reclaimed elm side table in the living room. A lone paper swan watches over me, the only attempt at the ancient art, before Nan got bored and forgot I was there.
by Anonymous | reply 388 | November 23, 2018 6:44 PM |
I'm the Duluth Trading Co. catalog on the toilet tank. I'm dogeared on the page with the gusseted lined canvas carpenter's pants.
by Anonymous | reply 389 | November 23, 2018 6:49 PM |
I'm the belt taken to one of the adopted children when she mentions that this time of year reminds her of her now suicided other Mom.
by Anonymous | reply 390 | November 23, 2018 6:50 PM |
I'm the casual sexual abuse of the adopted daughter taking place in the upstairs bedroom while guests nibble on chips below.
by Anonymous | reply 391 | November 23, 2018 6:51 PM |
I'm the creamed corn.
by Anonymous | reply 392 | November 23, 2018 6:53 PM |
I’m the Chex mix.
by Anonymous | reply 393 | November 23, 2018 6:54 PM |
[quote] I'm the bookshelf containing the collected works of Patricia Cornwell.
I'm surprised that one isn't already more a meme, like flannel and Subarus. Lesbians love Patricia Cornwell books.
by Anonymous | reply 394 | November 23, 2018 6:54 PM |
I am the allergies, sensitivities, ethical stances, fibromyalgia triggers, dietary regimens, and food intolerances of the various guests. If you made a Venn diagram of the foods each guest will eat, the only overlap would be water. Triple-distilled alkaline water.
by Anonymous | reply 395 | November 23, 2018 6:56 PM |
I'm the Malboros all the health conscious ladies smoke. I'm also wondering why, with all their dietary requirements and smoking, they're so fat.
by Anonymous | reply 396 | November 23, 2018 6:57 PM |
I'm "that's not funny" said any time someone tries to make a joke, even a tired old Paula Poundstone one.
by Anonymous | reply 397 | November 23, 2018 7:00 PM |
I'm the smell of smoking and day old fish. I'm still only just about managing to drown out the smell of artificial pumpkin spice from the frau next door's Thanksgiving.
by Anonymous | reply 398 | November 23, 2018 7:02 PM |
Maxine has also decided to get into the TP fray
by Anonymous | reply 399 | November 23, 2018 7:05 PM |
I'm Nan's reading glasses. She should be wearing 2.0 magnification, but the house is strewn with 1.25, 1.5, and 1.75 pairs. Not a single one is intact or clean. Most have been sat or stepped on at least once. All were bought during sales at Rite Aid.
by Anonymous | reply 400 | November 23, 2018 7:12 PM |
I'm a very battered vintage copy of "Our Bodies, Ourselves." If the stains on me could talk, oh the tales they'd tell.
Terrifying tales.
by Anonymous | reply 401 | November 23, 2018 7:17 PM |
"I won't sip my wine from a paper cup!"
I'm the DELICIOUS SURPRISE from Jo Dee Messina waiting for the gals!
by Anonymous | reply 402 | November 23, 2018 7:21 PM |
"A girl trying to find herself a perfect man
Is like trying to find Atlantis!"
by Anonymous | reply 403 | November 23, 2018 7:23 PM |
"I'm Sue Bob White, and I've always been the sexiest one in the family" she said with a voice like a tuba.
by Anonymous | reply 404 | November 23, 2018 7:44 PM |
FF r391.
by Anonymous | reply 405 | November 23, 2018 7:50 PM |
I'm Penny Marshall. Skype-ing with Joe-Dee. Begging her not to self harm.
by Anonymous | reply 406 | November 23, 2018 7:51 PM |
I'm the Lowes vs. Home Depot debate.
by Anonymous | reply 407 | November 23, 2018 7:52 PM |
I'm Bell, who just wiped my ass with Iva's hand towels. Fuck you Iva, you cunt. I hope Heather gives you herpes.
by Anonymous | reply 408 | November 23, 2018 7:58 PM |
I'm Pam, stating my boundaries: I will NOT support corporate worker-rapers and exploitative capitalist corporations like Lowe's OR Home Depot. I buy my tools and supplies at the local hardware store, like anyone with a conscience!
(I won't be looking too carefully into where and how and by whom those tools and supplies are made.)
by Anonymous | reply 409 | November 23, 2018 8:01 PM |
I'm Susan, they call me "Roger" at the refinery. I haven't been the same since the big explosion back in 87.
by Anonymous | reply 410 | November 23, 2018 8:01 PM |
I'm the clit hood lemon tarragon soup. Delish!
by Anonymous | reply 411 | November 23, 2018 8:04 PM |
I'm Pam's silent scream when she sees all the empty Amazon boxes in the upstairs hallway.
by Anonymous | reply 412 | November 23, 2018 8:27 PM |
I'm the nutloaf in the shape of a vulva with cranberry sauce in the middle, dripping down the sides.
by Anonymous | reply 413 | November 23, 2018 8:37 PM |
I'm a copy of "Rubyfruit Jungle" which everyone pretends to have read.
by Anonymous | reply 414 | November 23, 2018 8:42 PM |
I'm the sausage which causes a massive triggering event and a need for a safe space.
by Anonymous | reply 415 | November 23, 2018 8:44 PM |
I'm the heated discussion of the Hart Family murder-suicide. Some think it was an accident, most believe it was intentional. Sadly, Tank and Dottie almost came to blows over it and left others distraught that rarely seen Lesbian Violence reared it's ugly head.
by Anonymous | reply 416 | November 23, 2018 8:45 PM |
I’m the football games. Plural.
by Anonymous | reply 417 | November 23, 2018 8:46 PM |
I'm the fear of flying.
by Anonymous | reply 418 | November 23, 2018 8:46 PM |
I’m the jokes told after dinner. How many gay men does it take to screw in a lightbulb? One, but it takes half the ER staff to get it out! How do you fit 3 gay men on a barstool? Turn it over! What did one gay sperm say to another? How do we find an egg in all this shit! What did the moose say after leaving the gay bar? Man, I blew like 50 bucks in there! How does a gay guy fake an orgasm? He spits on his back!
by Anonymous | reply 419 | November 23, 2018 8:47 PM |
r415, get bulk.
by Anonymous | reply 420 | November 23, 2018 8:47 PM |
This is not no regular Thanksgiving Day gathering, it's a fucking CONVENTION! Just take a look at whose here!
A Janeane Garofol fan
A Lonely Queen
A Pregnant Lez
Adolescent brother of the other adolescent
Aiza Gho
Alex
An Ex Husband
Annie
Asian twins Lily and Daisy
Barb
Bel
Bell
Bev
Blaine
Brenda
Brittany AKA Tank
Caitlyn
Carol
Casey
Chloe, until her Dad picks her up
Chris
Christy
Dallas
Dany
Dar
Darlene
Deb
Denise
Dottie
Down the street neighbors
Edith
Ellen Degeneres
Fran
Ghost of Marie Dressler
Ghost of some 30s lez
Gloria
Harmony
Hillary Clinton
Iva
Jan
Jane Lynch
Jeanne
Jewell
Jill
Jo
Joanie
Joanna
Jody
Joe-Dee
Kathy
Kath
Kel
Kim - several
Kit
Krista
Krys
Lavern
Leeza-Irene
Lindsay-Kate
Lipstick Lez
Liz
Lone Trans Woman
Louise
Madeline
Marge
Maxine
Melissa Ethridge
Midge
Mindy
Miriam
Molly
Nan – several
Pam – several
Pat – several
Patty
Peg
Penised lesbian
Penny Marshall
PJ
Portia DeRossi
Rhonda
Rosie O’Donald Sal
Sam
Shawna
Shrek
Sid
Spirit of Lesley Gore
Stacy
Sue
Sue Bob
Susan
Tami-Lyn
The 1/128 Native American Lez
The Hostess
The Slut in 3 Relationships
TJ
Val
Wangero X. Kwashorker
Wealthy Lez from CA and servant Pol
Woman with gastric band
Woman with unplucked hairy nipples
Yoko Ono
by Anonymous | reply 421 | November 23, 2018 8:48 PM |
In all fairness Penny Marshall was only on Skype
by Anonymous | reply 422 | November 23, 2018 8:50 PM |
R421, you forgot Sal, but that's bc she left for her Black Friday shift at home depot
by Anonymous | reply 423 | November 23, 2018 8:51 PM |
Miriam is the most real.
by Anonymous | reply 424 | November 23, 2018 8:52 PM |
I'm the sudden tense silence when Nan announces that dinner is served and Kat loudly says, "Let's all bow our heads for grace." As shocked, angry looks shoot around the table, Kat begins, "Goddess, we thank thee for this, the bounty of our mother Gaia...", and a collective sigh of relief is released.
by Anonymous | reply 425 | November 23, 2018 8:53 PM |
R423, Sal is there but I forgot to double enter after Rosie O'Donald. Good catch though. I'm sure I missed more.
by Anonymous | reply 426 | November 23, 2018 8:57 PM |
Dear Grammar Police,
Please forgive me the typos in R421. They were unintentional errors. So sorrowy.
R421
by Anonymous | reply 427 | November 23, 2018 8:59 PM |
I'm the smudging that's done to cleanse the room after the triggering events of the sausage incident.
by Anonymous | reply 428 | November 23, 2018 9:01 PM |
I'm the plywood work table in the unheated garage. Over me is a nearly empty pegboard with a Georgia O'Keeffe calendar displaying the month July 2016. On me is an assortment of boxes of plasticene, pearlescent paint, glitter, a tin can with the label peeled off full of clay-shaping tools, quartz beads, and various craftsy accoutrements, all covered with dust. I am the remnants of an aborted Etsy store, YoniGoddess, which briefly and unprofitably sold handmade Yoni pendants. Nan indulged Peg for a while, but after a few months a Yellowtail-fueled argument, followed by a week of frosty silence, brought an end to Peg's passion project.
by Anonymous | reply 429 | November 23, 2018 9:14 PM |
Yellowtail is for trash. I’m a Barefoot girl.
by Anonymous | reply 430 | November 23, 2018 9:18 PM |
I am the icy silence that descends upon the room when someone suggests “Let’s do this again for Christmas!”
I am finally broken when someone else retorts “Of all the religions observed across the planet, how arrogant of you to assume everyone celebrates YOUR holiday!”
by Anonymous | reply 431 | November 23, 2018 9:23 PM |
I am the tart rejoinder, "What's THAT supposed to mean? MY holiday?"
by Anonymous | reply 432 | November 23, 2018 9:26 PM |
I am the wild-eyed lecture about how Christmas is a patriarchal construct and has been used as a tool for oppression. Colonialism will somehow be worked in there, too.
by Anonymous | reply 433 | November 23, 2018 9:26 PM |
I am the bitter retort that the Christians stole the pagan Yule festival in the first place, and don't you DARE suggest that celebrating the winter solstice is somehow related to middle eastern Abrahamic religions!
by Anonymous | reply 434 | November 23, 2018 9:29 PM |
I’m the word “problematic.” I will be used multiple times today.
by Anonymous | reply 435 | November 23, 2018 9:29 PM |
I am the crabwalk that Dottie does in the living room because Tank won't stop flirting with Kat
by Anonymous | reply 436 | November 23, 2018 9:34 PM |
I'm the pepper grinder that Midge is discreetly hiding under the kitchen sink, fearing that it will give Jewell another triggering episode and cause her to re-live her sexual assault. Once is QUITE enough for one day!
by Anonymous | reply 437 | November 23, 2018 9:49 PM |
I'm the turquoise Native American Reparations awareness ribbon worn by Cyn's new girlfriend KJ in silent protest of being dragged to this celebration of genocide. All hell will break loose when Shawna mistakes me for an Addiction Recovery ribbon, even though KJ is in recovery.
Well, she was until Shawna opened her big mouth.
by Anonymous | reply 438 | November 23, 2018 9:56 PM |
I am the words "othering," "marginalization," and "intersectional," and I will emerge with just enough alcohol. Then a bit more alcohol will send me back into quiescence, and I will be replaced with a spontaneous singalong (and, for those with remaining spoons, a dancealong) to k.d. lang's "Big-Boned Gal."
by Anonymous | reply 439 | November 23, 2018 9:56 PM |
R436 I cannot figure out the visual on that one
by Anonymous | reply 440 | November 23, 2018 10:07 PM |
I am the framed photo of the field hockey team from college in 1989. Can you spot Pat?
by Anonymous | reply 441 | November 23, 2018 10:18 PM |
I'm the rescued pit bull, RBG, and I've been hanging out near the table in the hopes of being offered a few scraps or finding a few dropped bites. But the loud voices and alcohol smell, which reminds me of my former abusive alcoholic owner, forces me to move away to the sofa, where I settle with a sigh on the peed-on spot of the late Millie. But when the "Big-Boned Gal" singalong starts, the stomping drives me to reluctantly abandon my spot and retire upstairs. Unfortunately, Jewell is in the master bedroom, reeking of wine, weeping, and hoping someone comes in to ask about her "migraine," which was triggered by the sight of the plump, thick, pink, glistening sausage. I go back downstairs and settle uneasily by the front door with one weary ear cocked for trouble.
by Anonymous | reply 442 | November 23, 2018 10:20 PM |
[quote] I go back downstairs and settle uneasily by the front door with one weary ear cocked for trouble.
The use of that c-word is triggering as well!
by Anonymous | reply 443 | November 23, 2018 10:47 PM |
I am the 2 empty tubes of Monistat 7 in the guest bathroom trashcan
by Anonymous | reply 444 | November 23, 2018 10:52 PM |
I'm Midge with her thumb in her belt loop and a Miller Genuine Draft in her other hand, telling Kath all about the forklift accident at work this past summer.
by Anonymous | reply 445 | November 23, 2018 10:52 PM |
I'm the turmoil that suddenly erupts in the living room where some younger sisters were just examining the Bose from 1998: "Is she!?!" , "Is she!?!?!?!?!?!?!?" - the breaking news of Anna Kendrick's super-hot lesbian-only Thanksgiving is making the rounds! The elderlezzers acknowledge me with stoic silence, annoyed glances and two loud farts in perfect unison (PJ and TJ of course!)
by Anonymous | reply 446 | November 23, 2018 11:18 PM |
I love that we’re all buying into the name ‘Kim’ as one of the unintentionally dykiest names ever.
by Anonymous | reply 447 | November 23, 2018 11:27 PM |
We're Kim and Peg. We went into the freezing garage "to look at Peg's Etsy art" and came back in a much, much better mood. Peg keeps a little stash of weed and vodka out there for emergencies. There would be hell to pay if Nan ever found out.
by Anonymous | reply 448 | November 23, 2018 11:29 PM |
I'm Christine. I still use a flip phone. Privacy issues thank you.
by Anonymous | reply 449 | November 23, 2018 11:31 PM |
We're Pat and Barb telling the story of how we saw Melissa Etheridge play in a tiny club in the mid-80s, before she was famous, and how we both knew that she was going to be a big deal.
by Anonymous | reply 450 | November 23, 2018 11:42 PM |
Black night tit. Livestream of the caravan on her Asus. She wears gender like a sweater, pangender, pansex. A bumper sticker for every trendy moment. No disease passes her by. She actually strives to be deaf and autism sprectrumed. Fybromyalgic. Her chronic fatigue has morphed into a Lyme diagnosis. She shits in the men’s room. Tears of fear as a group of men pounds on the stall door. Dark lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 451 | November 23, 2018 11:51 PM |
I'm Mo's sock monkey. After her 11th Tecate Light kicks in, we'll recreate [italic]My Birth[/italic] right on the kitchen floor. Just a cursory glance at the photo below tells you all you need to know — we're the life of every party!
by Anonymous | reply 452 | November 23, 2018 11:54 PM |
R441: Which ONE is Pat? They all are!
by Anonymous | reply 453 | November 23, 2018 11:55 PM |
I'm Peg's emotional support pig.
by Anonymous | reply 454 | November 23, 2018 11:57 PM |
How did our lesbian friends spend Black Friday?
by Anonymous | reply 455 | November 24, 2018 1:04 AM |
I'm the dishwasher, not properly loaded until the gay guy down the street drops by and fixes things .... again ....
by Anonymous | reply 456 | November 24, 2018 1:08 AM |
I'm Carol. Taking the broken vacuum cleaner apart in the driveway. I'll fix it by golly
by Anonymous | reply 457 | November 24, 2018 1:37 AM |
R455, Hopefully, they're still enjoying the poon.
by Anonymous | reply 458 | November 24, 2018 1:47 AM |
I'm the tofu and mung bean casserole. Topped with cheese made from my own breast milk.
by Anonymous | reply 459 | November 24, 2018 2:16 AM |
R455, Black Friday? Well, most of our systers boycott so-called "Black Friday" because it pushes materialism and exploits low-wage-earning retail-working womyn. However, the frozen foods sale at the local Whole Foods was hard to pass up. Viv stocked up on some Amy's organic vegetarian meals. Viv can't eat gluten, and it's easier just to buy pre-prepared gluten-free foods. Cooking makes her fibro flare up.
by Anonymous | reply 460 | November 24, 2018 2:17 AM |
I'm Midge, craving a bacon cheeseburger and fries after all this gluten-free, dairy-free vegan shit. I'm hitting the drive-thru on my way home.
by Anonymous | reply 461 | November 24, 2018 2:49 AM |
We're Janie and Tonya Rae and we're showin' off our two-steppin' prowess on the deck out back.
by Anonymous | reply 462 | November 24, 2018 3:17 AM |
We're Maybelline, Cover Girl, Revlon, L'Oreal, and Estée Lauder. Not one of us was anywhere in sight at the party.
by Anonymous | reply 463 | November 24, 2018 4:00 AM |
I'm the frau next door (a Ree Drummond lookalike) who has decided to snoop on those two surly assumed 'sisters' by going over with an extra pie. However, I quickly try to get away once I walk in and suddenly realize (from the '90s Southwestern interior design as much all butch female kennel of two dozen women) that they are, in fact, lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 464 | November 24, 2018 11:02 AM |
I'm the never-fail rule that the more jolly a lesbian's sober, public personality is, the nastier her drunk, private personality is.
by Anonymous | reply 465 | November 24, 2018 11:12 AM |
I'm the guacamole that somehow managed to fall on the Marlene Dietrich in tuxedos coffee table book. I lead to a very passive aggressive evening.
by Anonymous | reply 466 | November 24, 2018 11:14 AM |
R316 wins.
by Anonymous | reply 467 | November 24, 2018 11:42 AM |
I'm the B.O. coming from the Jill Stein voting 'Syster'.
by Anonymous | reply 468 | November 24, 2018 11:43 AM |
I'm popping this into the 48-disc CD player.
by Anonymous | reply 469 | November 24, 2018 11:45 AM |
I'm the accusation of self-loathing when someone suggests the bread pudding served for dessert is soggy.
by Anonymous | reply 470 | November 24, 2018 11:51 AM |
I'm the dinnertime discussion of their plans for white-flight: "I would love to move to Maine or Vermont or Idaho or Montana. No, race has nothing to do with it. I voted Hillary. I'm a womyn."
by Anonymous | reply 471 | November 24, 2018 11:52 AM |
I'm the usual boring unoriginal queen who lives for these lesbian-bashing threads. I love these tired stereotypes but scream like a little bitch if someone dares mock lisping, mincing, limp-wristed fairies who own little poodles and flutter around antique stores that specialize in ugly French furniture.
by Anonymous | reply 472 | November 24, 2018 11:55 AM |
F&F R472.
by Anonymous | reply 473 | November 24, 2018 12:07 PM |
I'm the bread sauce that no one touches.
by Anonymous | reply 474 | November 24, 2018 12:12 PM |
I am Rosie O'Donnell serving Hasselback Potatoes and thinking of Elisabeth Hasselback as I run my knife through them.
by Anonymous | reply 475 | November 24, 2018 12:13 PM |
I'm R472 sternly saying "that's not funny" every time someone tries to make a joke.
by Anonymous | reply 476 | November 24, 2018 12:15 PM |
I'm the Timberland booted feet that are put up against the side of the table as the dinner draws on and the arguments intensify.
by Anonymous | reply 477 | November 24, 2018 12:18 PM |
It's interesting that most gay men can and do joke about gayness. There are plenty of "Let's be Fire Island", "Let's Be a Cher concert", "Let's be Lindsay Graham" threads. And NOBODY objects.
I swear the lesbians have no sense of humor stereotype just keeps out-proving itself.
by Anonymous | reply 478 | November 24, 2018 12:21 PM |
But R472 is just a nasty homophobe. Not making jokes like this thread, just being hateful.
by Anonymous | reply 479 | November 24, 2018 12:21 PM |
I'm this item, purchased to cater for the many expected guests.
by Anonymous | reply 480 | November 24, 2018 12:27 PM |
I’m the toothpicks.
by Anonymous | reply 481 | November 24, 2018 12:28 PM |
[quote]I’m the toothpicks.
What's THAT supposed to mean??
by Anonymous | reply 482 | November 24, 2018 12:39 PM |
R468 to R480 are the same hateful dyke.
by Anonymous | reply 483 | November 24, 2018 12:41 PM |
I have sufficient.
by Anonymous | reply 484 | November 24, 2018 12:41 PM |
I'm the monocle popping out of the right eye of the elder butch in indignation at the thought that womyn have no sense of humour or irony.
by Anonymous | reply 485 | November 24, 2018 12:42 PM |
I’m the moment of silence in the evening when we express or heartfelt gratitude to our fore mother who paved the way.
by Anonymous | reply 486 | November 24, 2018 1:08 PM |
OUR heartfelt gratitude to our FOREMOTHERS who paved the way.
by Anonymous | reply 487 | November 24, 2018 1:09 PM |
I'm the jar of applesauce they can't get open. My tightness will be blamed on teh patriarchy not taking considerations for women's lesser strength hands.
by Anonymous | reply 488 | November 24, 2018 1:20 PM |
I'm Midge, who is TRIGGERED by the suggestion that women are weaker in any way than men.
by Anonymous | reply 489 | November 24, 2018 1:33 PM |
I'm wondering how they manage to maintain the cognitive dissonance that women and men are physical equals yet all transwomen are capable of overpowering and crushing them to death or whatever.
I will try to think about it during the silent ride home in my 4x4.
by Anonymous | reply 490 | November 24, 2018 1:37 PM |
I’m the tiny diamond studs some of the womyn wear, their one concession to femininity.
by Anonymous | reply 491 | November 24, 2018 2:58 PM |
R467 You don't get to close the thread dear. Your opinion isn't that valuable. Trust me.
by Anonymous | reply 492 | November 24, 2018 3:09 PM |
I'm the large ring in the septum piercing Viv got last month, her last gasp at being a cute baby dyke, a role she has already outgrown at the age of 29. Kitty the longhaired adopted stray cat has hidden herself away, but months' worth of her hair and dander coats nearly every surface in the house. Viv is having a hell of a time managing her allergies, sneezing, incessant sniffling, and nose blowing with the nose ring.
by Anonymous | reply 493 | November 24, 2018 3:20 PM |
I'm the annoyed/disgusted looks most of the guests are throwing Viv's way as she struggles with the allergic noseblowing and sneezing, despite the fact that her cat allergy is the only actual, valid, medically diagnosed allergy in a whole house full of "allergies," "intolerances," and "sensitivities."
by Anonymous | reply 494 | November 24, 2018 3:25 PM |
That depilatory that is seldom used apparently applies to eyebrows as well.
by Anonymous | reply 495 | November 24, 2018 3:26 PM |
I'm r494 who claims to suffer from a cat allergy and is triggered by the suggestion it's not all in her head.
by Anonymous | reply 496 | November 24, 2018 3:29 PM |
R472 LOL for the win!
by Anonymous | reply 497 | November 24, 2018 3:44 PM |
R472 = r497
by Anonymous | reply 498 | November 24, 2018 3:47 PM |
R497 is R472.
by Anonymous | reply 499 | November 24, 2018 3:47 PM |
R480 I’m the numerous mobility devices that bump and knock me over.
by Anonymous | reply 500 | November 24, 2018 3:48 PM |
I am the brand of ready-made stuffing boycotted not because the company is bigoted or mistreats animals, the environment, or workers; but because they had a trans actress in their TV commercial.
by Anonymous | reply 501 | November 24, 2018 3:51 PM |
"I am late because of black man wouldn't get out of my way!"
by Anonymous | reply 502 | November 24, 2018 3:52 PM |
I’m the ‘Personal Best’ DVD, always fast-forwarded to the scene where you get to see full bush and boobies.
by Anonymous | reply 503 | November 24, 2018 4:07 PM |
I'm the Baby Dyke with the gluten allergy who was caught eating the left over bread pudding in the kitchen.
by Anonymous | reply 504 | November 24, 2018 4:45 PM |
I'm Tank's Ford Bronco.
by Anonymous | reply 505 | November 24, 2018 4:49 PM |
I’m the rotting hemp cord on Meg’s neck. I hold a lapis bead that her ex Kim gave her at Michfest in 1992. Meg wears me just to fuck with Kim’s four other exes who are all are attending the Thanksgiving party too.
by Anonymous | reply 506 | November 24, 2018 4:56 PM |
I'm the very fleeting, offhand mention by Ruby that the toddler son of her friend Soph in Saugerties is in the PICU with whooping cough, and may not pull through. She does not mention vaccines. Within 30 seconds, I have provoked a sharp rebuke from Viv that the pertussis vaccine has killed more kids than whooping cough ever did. Within 90 seconds Meg has caught wind of this. Her teenage daughter is autistic, which makes her an expert on vaccines and autism. Within 2 minutes there is rageful shouting. Within 3 minutes Ruby is crying. Within 6 minutes she has grabbed her coat and left.
by Anonymous | reply 507 | November 24, 2018 5:05 PM |
[QUOTE] Within 6 minutes she has grabbed her LL Bean fleece anorak and left.
Fixed that for you.
by Anonymous | reply 508 | November 24, 2018 5:30 PM |
We're Deb and Fran, perusing the Land's End catalog until the anti-vax argument dies down, if you'll pardon the pun.
by Anonymous | reply 509 | November 24, 2018 5:43 PM |
I'm the scuff marks on the new gray, simulated wood grain, kitchen floor. All because Joe-Dee couldn't bother to take off her biker boots.
by Anonymous | reply 510 | November 24, 2018 5:53 PM |
I'm Cyn's new girlfriend KJ, having a very dramatic reaction to the toxins being released by the soy candles from R47. This reaction oddly happens just at the moment that Cyn and Midge are having a bonding moment over their mutual Susan Sontag fandom. KJ is 21 and has never read Sontag and finds all that political stuff boring.
by Anonymous | reply 511 | November 24, 2018 7:33 PM |
I'm the back support that was just dragged in by Sojourner. For a moment, everything stops as each guest wonders how a thirteen-year-old, three-legged, blind rescue pit bull managed to get into the back of her Outback.
The owner will never be found and the mystery will never be solved.
by Anonymous | reply 512 | November 24, 2018 8:13 PM |
I'm the words: "This gravy is heavenly. Sar, you are a goddess."
by Anonymous | reply 513 | November 24, 2018 8:20 PM |
I'm the water served in a mug not a glass.
by Anonymous | reply 514 | November 24, 2018 8:23 PM |
I'm the statement "We chose our own family," is proves awkward when one considers that this large gathering is entirely white.
by Anonymous | reply 516 | November 24, 2018 8:27 PM |
I'm the heavy fleece that is worn throughout dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 517 | November 24, 2018 8:28 PM |
I’m the short no-nonsense haircuts favored by 90% of the womyn.
by Anonymous | reply 518 | November 24, 2018 8:30 PM |
I'm the slow-draining bathroom sink, clogged by hair from many self-buzz-cuts with the Oster trimmer.
by Anonymous | reply 519 | November 24, 2018 8:32 PM |
I'm that time of the evening when the girls are settling into abbiocco (before the drunken violence that will come later) and the conversation moves onto their dream women... Kate Jackson and Teri Hatcher being among the most popular.
by Anonymous | reply 520 | November 24, 2018 8:33 PM |
I'm the heavy sighing by the butch partner of the hosting couple. No one knows what caused me -- was it the overcooked potatoes? -- but everyone knows I will ruin the evening.
by Anonymous | reply 521 | November 24, 2018 8:34 PM |
Only a lesbian can sigh and be heard in the next room.
by Anonymous | reply 522 | November 24, 2018 8:35 PM |
I'm Bev's brief obligatory Thanksgiving phone call with her mother in Cincinnati. She walks into the other room but overheard snippets suggest she STILL hasn't come out to her mother. Disapproving, knowing looks are exchanged around the table. She returns to awkward silence, eventually broken by Nan's, "Okay, who needs another Miller?"
by Anonymous | reply 523 | November 24, 2018 8:36 PM |
R472 your self loathing is shining bright for all to see hon. Tone it down.
by Anonymous | reply 524 | November 24, 2018 8:39 PM |
I'm the ex-husband and son having dinner in a crummy apartment across town, while our eponymous lesbian and their daughter/sister have dinner back in the comfortably affluent suburban house with Car, Sharon's new girlfriend after "finding herself after forty and deciding to live life for ME".
by Anonymous | reply 525 | November 24, 2018 8:39 PM |
I am the guests spying the Val McDermid novels on unit in the living room. I am to the BritLez what Patricia Cornwell is to American lesbians.
by Anonymous | reply 526 | November 24, 2018 8:42 PM |
I am the granola the BritLez has someone managed to work into the dessert.
by Anonymous | reply 527 | November 24, 2018 8:43 PM |
I'm the casually blurted out ,"Yeah, I've thought of Hillary when I've got my vibrator." I could go either way.
by Anonymous | reply 528 | November 24, 2018 8:45 PM |
I'm the "Log Cabin" motif in the master bedroom.
by Anonymous | reply 529 | November 24, 2018 8:46 PM |
I'm the guests ability to hear from the dining table that the butch half of hosting couple did not wash her hands after using the bathroom.
by Anonymous | reply 530 | November 24, 2018 8:47 PM |
I'm the seltzer water.
by Anonymous | reply 531 | November 24, 2018 8:48 PM |
I'm the dining room that, though hopelessly unstylish, will never have to worry about moths.
by Anonymous | reply 532 | November 24, 2018 8:49 PM |
I'm the discussion of the second home by the lake. I will lead to jealousy.
by Anonymous | reply 533 | November 24, 2018 8:51 PM |
I'm the local independent and syster-run bakery that these desserts were picked up at.
by Anonymous | reply 534 | November 24, 2018 8:52 PM |
I am this oversized statuette on the sideboard and NO, IT CAN NOT BE MOVED TO MAKE WAY FOR DIP.
by Anonymous | reply 535 | November 24, 2018 8:57 PM |
I’m the semi finished Basementschwitz where Bev will send her 8 year old son to play when her ex-husband inadvertently returns him home earlier than expected. Four hours later Meg and Kim suggest maybe Bev go check on him.
by Anonymous | reply 536 | November 24, 2018 10:20 PM |
I'm the board games that Joo-Dee brought. Everybody loves a good game of Scrabble.
by Anonymous | reply 537 | November 24, 2018 10:42 PM |
I'm the guitar that Bree brought with her. She brings it out and starts to sing some folk songs. Torrey takes out her zither and Amee interrupts and asks if anyone would like another coffee and a piece of pie. Everyone says yes.
by Anonymous | reply 538 | November 24, 2018 11:01 PM |
I'm "Constant Craving." Everyone knows the words and jumps in when Bree starts to play it. Fortunately, everyone is too drunk to realize how horrible they sound.
by Anonymous | reply 539 | November 24, 2018 11:22 PM |
I'm the dog next door that starts howling when the cacaphony of "Constant Craving" begins to pierce the otherwise calm night. Later, I will jump the fence and savagely eat a squirrel.
by Anonymous | reply 540 | November 24, 2018 11:25 PM |
I'm the mullets and armpit hair.
by Anonymous | reply 541 | November 24, 2018 11:40 PM |
Deb’s denim vest with the floral lining here. I get brought out on special occasions such as this. I go with all the slacks. Deb just noticed the nutloaf stain but knows it’ll come out in the wash. We’ve got baby Linda’s christening next weekend. Then the office Christmas party that will see me decorated with a Santa broach for a bit of fun. I’d like to be teamed with a reindeer tie but Deb will likely just decorate her clipboard and leave it at that.
by Anonymous | reply 542 | November 25, 2018 1:15 AM |
I’m the screams of righteous anger induced by fermented yeast. No not bread yeast.
by Anonymous | reply 543 | November 25, 2018 1:21 AM |
I’m the lesbian Thanksgiving clickbait. The butch partner of this hosting couple’s stated boundaries were crossed one time too many. You won’t BELIEVE what happens next!!
by Anonymous | reply 544 | November 25, 2018 2:19 AM |
I'm the lack of interest in the Black Friday sale at Victoria's Secret.
by Anonymous | reply 545 | November 25, 2018 2:30 AM |
^ Not sure they carry the relevant sizes R545
by Anonymous | reply 546 | November 25, 2018 3:52 AM |
I'm Ace, a total tech nerd and gamer. I can't wait to get home, pop a beer, turn on the tube, and watch the games. I'll be rootin' for the Cowboys and the Saints.
by Anonymous | reply 547 | November 25, 2018 5:50 AM |
[bold]CONTENT WARNING: PHOTOGRAPHIC DEPICTION OF PUFF PASTRY CONTAINING GLUTEN; CONFRONTATIONAL LANGUAGE; BULLYING; HYPOTHETICAL DESERT-ISLAND STRANDING; VIOLENCE AGAINST CARROTS; PHOTOGRAPHIC DEPICTION OF AN EXPLICITLY PH*LLIC GOURD[/bold]
I'm the gourd-headed, pastry-wrapped nut roast that Liv spent hours on, hoping it would add a much-needed touch of whimsy the dour affair. It was going well until Midge, Shawna, and Butch Hosting Partner teamed up to recite their greatest hits:
Midge: But bacon.
BHP: Hey Liv, I'm a member of PETA. People Eating Tasty Animals!
Shawna: If Goddess didn't want us to eat turkeys, why did she make them out of meat?
Midge: Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobb....ARRRRRGGGHHHHHH! Bacon.
BHP: Liv, if you were trapped on a desert island with a cow, a chicken, an elderly nun, and a turkey....
Shawna: Did you know that carrots scream when you pull them out of the ground?
BHP: It's true. I read on Reddit that carrots' central nervous systems are more advanced than pigs'.
Midge: Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon. Bacon.
by Anonymous | reply 548 | November 25, 2018 6:58 AM |
I am the XXL ‘Don’t Grab My Pussy’ t-shirt, worn since it’s a special occasion and the wearer knows its sentiment is bound to go down well.
Disregard the fact that the wearer hasn’t been able to see her pussy in years.
by Anonymous | reply 549 | November 25, 2018 8:28 AM |
I am the cop who breaks up thr brawl among the child-bearing aged lesbians, fighting over who gets to take home the turkey baster.
by Anonymous | reply 550 | November 25, 2018 9:04 AM |
I’m Rache, got stuck at work and just got here. Did I miss anything?
by Anonymous | reply 551 | November 25, 2018 9:10 AM |
I am a brand-new copy of Michele Obama's new autobiography. I'm left on the side table where all can see me. "Oh, yeah," says Nan disingenuously, as if surprised anyone noticed me, "That was a gift from Krys." Several times during the evening, someone picks me up and remarks on me -- always the same comments, about how beautiful, how intelligent, how inspirational my author is. How we need more people like her in the world. One person turns me over to read the back cover blurb, then opens me and flips to the photos, then puts me down. I will be handled once more a week later, to be put onto the shelf, and never touched again.
by Anonymous | reply 552 | November 25, 2018 3:44 PM |
I'm the vague plans the systers make for a European vacation next year, including of course a pilgrimage to the island of Lesbos.
by Anonymous | reply 553 | November 25, 2018 5:12 PM |
I’m the Isle of Lesbos. I’m sick of these lesbian tourists coming to visit me, there’s NOTHING to see here. Forget your schoolgirl visions of Sappho’s sacred cove.
by Anonymous | reply 554 | November 25, 2018 6:06 PM |
I'm the child that was recently taken by CPS. This incident and everyone's knowledge of it should mar the evening, but it is quickly dismissed by all present by attributing it to 'hatred of gay women'.
by Anonymous | reply 555 | November 25, 2018 6:10 PM |
I am Kar's mother. I will be visited early in the day and will roll my eyes at and later feel queasy during dinner when I think of the vagina-shaped meatloaf with ketchup Kar said she will have as the centerpiece of her dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 556 | November 25, 2018 6:13 PM |
I am Lis, the gender-studies professor. I will be bringing a student half my age as date. I am blithely unaware that she is only dating me for the grades. She will soon marry a man. She will this evening be wearing a choker.
by Anonymous | reply 557 | November 25, 2018 6:17 PM |
I am the purse that was bought at a stall in a market in Dusseldorf. I am worn around the neck at all times and I will get doused in cranberry sauce throughout dinner as Min eats leaning forward.
by Anonymous | reply 558 | November 25, 2018 6:19 PM |
I'm the food poisoning contracted by several guests as our hostHer does not wash her hands because hygiene is an unnatural patriarchal concept used to control women and force them to buy soap.
by Anonymous | reply 559 | November 25, 2018 6:21 PM |
I am the crispy fire started outside. I provide an excuse to see just how many bodies one of these oversized blankets can cover.
by Anonymous | reply 560 | November 25, 2018 6:23 PM |
I'm the vegan burritos Molly and Denise brought to tide them over before the big meal.
by Anonymous | reply 561 | November 25, 2018 6:28 PM |
I'm Audrey's mobility scooter that she has to park near the storage shed because it's too wide to fit through Eileen and Paula's entryway.
by Anonymous | reply 562 | November 25, 2018 6:29 PM |
Have mobility scooters replaced canes for lesbians?
by Anonymous | reply 563 | November 25, 2018 6:30 PM |
R563 No, but in cases where the mobility scooter can't have full access, the canes come out.
by Anonymous | reply 564 | November 25, 2018 6:33 PM |
I'm the case of Hillary's opus "What Happened?" You'll all be getting a copy this Christmas. These are the special ones. The come from the lot she was selling at her Costco visit.
by Anonymous | reply 565 | November 25, 2018 6:36 PM |
I'm Ronnie, the single opinionated attorney who nobody really likes, but who gets invited every year because she and Lil have been friends forever, and everybody likes no-nonsense Lil and her homemade earrings.
by Anonymous | reply 566 | November 25, 2018 6:41 PM |
I’m “All Of Me”, Anne Murray’s biography, sadly co-written by a man, patriarchy be damned. I’ve been sitting on the shelf since 2009, and will soon be joined by Michelle, and later Hillary.
by Anonymous | reply 567 | November 25, 2018 6:51 PM |
We're the invitations that were declined when it was learned there would be no DART tent in the yard.
by Anonymous | reply 568 | November 25, 2018 6:51 PM |
Can someone please start a Lesbian Bookshelf thread.
by Anonymous | reply 569 | November 25, 2018 6:52 PM |
Meh, go to Amazon and search for "Lesbian interest"
by Anonymous | reply 570 | November 25, 2018 6:56 PM |
I'm the jar of Ipecac syrup in the medicine cabinet.
by Anonymous | reply 571 | November 25, 2018 7:06 PM |
I'm the soft-butch sous chef. I prepared the mirepoix for the nutloaf.
by Anonymous | reply 572 | November 25, 2018 7:08 PM |
I'm Joe-Dee getting stuck in a tree while trying to rescue a cat three days after Thanksgiving.
by Anonymous | reply 573 | November 25, 2018 7:09 PM |
I'm the word 'vegmix' our syster uses to refer to the mirepoix.
by Anonymous | reply 574 | November 25, 2018 7:11 PM |
I'm the menstrual cup left in the guest bathroom.
by Anonymous | reply 575 | November 25, 2018 7:12 PM |
I'm the kitchen cabinet. When KJ asks for some herbal tea to settle her sick stomach from the toxins in the soy candles, Nan directs her to me to find the ancient box of Celestial Seasonings Red Zinger. I am Home Depot oak with thin oak-colored vinyl veneer, circa 1983. I am greasy and dirty and leave smudges on any finger that touches me. I contain obvious mouse droppings (and hidden ones). Nobody seems to notice.
by Anonymous | reply 576 | November 25, 2018 7:18 PM |
I'm the pictures Cynthia brought with her to share after her three months on the kibbutz in Israel.
by Anonymous | reply 577 | November 25, 2018 7:34 PM |
I'm the just released Blu-Ray of "Personal Best" that we're all going to watch after dinner.
by Anonymous | reply 578 | November 25, 2018 7:37 PM |
I'm the very bitter and very fragile Corinne, still reeling after my life partner of 2 1/2 years, Julia, went back to her ex-husband. I'll be hitting the Jack and Coke pretty hard starting in the early afternoon and railing about toppling the patriarchy by 6:00.
by Anonymous | reply 579 | November 25, 2018 7:41 PM |
I’m the contents of the top shelf of the refrigerator door...
A jar of what used to be barley miso but is now just a few millimeters of dried crust stuck to the glass.
Two dozen moldy tea bags in a sealed Ziplock bag, because the butch hosting partner flies into a rage when her better half throws out a tea bag after only one use. It’s easier to just go through the motions and pretend to save them for next time.
BHP’s eleven bottles of hot sauce with names like “White-Hot Flamin’ Pussy Juice” and “Nuclear Clit Meltdown Sauce.”
A plastic “The Big One” mug (Dunkin Donuts, c. 1987) filled with standing half-squeezed tubes of various anti-fungal creams.
by Anonymous | reply 580 | November 25, 2018 7:48 PM |
[quote]Two dozen moldy tea bags in a sealed Ziplock bag, because the butch hosting partner flies into a rage when her better half throws out a tea bag after only one use. It’s easier to just go through the motions and pretend to save them for next time.
Yes! This thread hasn't featured nearly enough lesbian penny-pinching.
by Anonymous | reply 581 | November 25, 2018 7:50 PM |
I'm Trish, who will NOT be attending this year's dinner, because I have yet to get a "thank you" from Carla for coming over and hanging her macramé wall tapestry last month.
by Anonymous | reply 582 | November 25, 2018 7:52 PM |
I'm Mobility Mary, can you please please move your trucks? It's illegal to block the sidewalks with your vehicles.
by Anonymous | reply 583 | November 25, 2018 7:53 PM |
This thread makes me want to go back on another Olivia vacation. Thanks for the laughs.
by Anonymous | reply 584 | November 25, 2018 7:54 PM |
I am Simply Sara! unable to believe and very thankful that I managed to land a husband so I didn't have to settle for eating Mitch's pussy.
by Anonymous | reply 585 | November 25, 2018 7:57 PM |
I’m the group text that Kar sends out during dinner...
ATTENTION!
I’m calling an emergency egalitarian discourse to dialogue solutions to R581’s unwarranted use of violent language and imagery.
Sistyrs, the penny is the most marginalized of coins with some in the patriarchy going as far as proposing genocide to eradicate it. They seek to snuff out its very life! It can’t be stated strongly enough that the penny is the ONLY coin to bear a womyn’s name. Coincidence?
I demand reparative justice! No pies, hair or otherwise, will be served until R581’s problematic behavior has been subject to formal group review and action.
All plates will be removed from the table in precisely ten minutes to facilitate The Blessing of the Talking Stick. Eat accordingly.
by Anonymous | reply 586 | November 25, 2018 8:21 PM |
I'm the glances around the room when Trace turns on the TV and it's set to Fox News.
by Anonymous | reply 587 | November 25, 2018 8:26 PM |
I'm hoping the last post in this thread is by a lesbian saying 'that's not funny'.
by Anonymous | reply 588 | November 25, 2018 8:27 PM |
Kar could never send out a text that short.
by Anonymous | reply 589 | November 25, 2018 8:36 PM |
I am an ancient Co-Op shift schedule and a slightly less ancient CSA pick-up schedule held on the fridge door by an assortment of magnets -- a giveaway shaped like a van, from the plumber; a raw magnet disk salvaged from a broken clip magnet; and a freebie from a savings bank in Brattleboro, VT.
The Co-Op membership was dropped 8 years ago over a dispute over hummus (because stocking hummus from an Israeli company is supporting genocide) and the CSA membership was dropped 3 years ago over an excess of rutabaga, celeriac, and turnips, none of which anyone has any idea how to cook.
by Anonymous | reply 590 | November 25, 2018 8:39 PM |
I am Nan, defensively roaring, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT! TURN THAT OFF!" when she catches a glimpse of Fox. She claims she must left it on after the Hillary interview a week ago.
by Anonymous | reply 591 | November 25, 2018 8:45 PM |
I'm the twin babies Tempest and Rayne
by Anonymous | reply 592 | November 25, 2018 8:53 PM |
I'm a fun discussion between Bev and Meg about Thelma and Louise. Viv chimes in to single out Susan Sarandon's excellent performance. KJ overhears and sticks her oar in, dripping with contempt: "Too bad she's not as good at picking Presidential candidates as she is at ACTING." Kim unwisely responds, "What's THAT supposed to mean? Jill Stein was the only candidate with a real record of supporting LGBT issues." An all-out brawl ensues, resulting in Bev being knocked to the floor and kicked once, ineffectually, before Kat and Barb manage to pull a very drunk Ronnie off her.
by Anonymous | reply 593 | November 25, 2018 9:01 PM |
I am the post-dinner process meeting. I am here to cover anything that didn't get covered during the pre-dinner process meeting, as well as to process anything that came up in the interim. I will appear again before the guests leave, only under disguise as a "final check-in".
by Anonymous | reply 594 | November 25, 2018 9:02 PM |
I'm the drunken confusion near the front door as several departing systers try to sort their canes out from the other, near-identical canes in the dim light. "I know mine had a scratch right near the front of the handle," Cyn slurs.
by Anonymous | reply 595 | November 25, 2018 9:09 PM |
Before this thread closes, I genuinely want to thank the OP for starting it. This will go down as one of the best of the "Let's be a..." threads in DL history. Sorry, herstory...whatever, you get it. Well done everyone!
by Anonymous | reply 596 | November 25, 2018 9:22 PM |
Thank you, OP.
You're all invited to my Winter Solstice party.
by Anonymous | reply 597 | November 25, 2018 9:34 PM |
I assume we will be having a triple Goddess ritual for Maiden, Mother, and Crone? I call Crone!
by Anonymous | reply 598 | November 25, 2018 9:38 PM |
R598 You were the Crone last year, the year before that and the year before THAT, shouldn't you be dead yet?
by Anonymous | reply 599 | November 25, 2018 9:43 PM |
I speak for all systers when I say this hurtful, hateful thread is nothing but a pile of sexist, ageist, misogynist, gynophobic, transphobic, looksist, sizeist ableist claptrap from a gaggle of resentful, pathetic f*ggots seething with jealousy over our solidarity, systerhood, and sexiness. Joking about canes and Jill Stein? THAT’S NOT FUNNY!
by Anonymous | reply 600 | November 25, 2018 9:43 PM |
That wasn't funny.
by Anonymous | reply 601 | November 25, 2018 9:43 PM |