Wonderful story, and, holy crap, that’s some stick!
By the way, SW, remember my Iranian neighbour, ignored by my other neighbours? A few days ago he invited me over “for a coffee”. I went. We chatted about this and that, the weather, the politics and home renovations. I asked about his wife. “She’s in Tehran”. It was time to leave, and then my neighbour suddenly planted a big kiss on me, muttering “happy holidays”. I don’t think I’ll be visiting him while his wife is in Tehran…
Awesome story Sister W, happy festive season to you too. Don’t know what it feels like to loose a son but talking definitely helps. I lost my brother 2 years ago and every time I call my ma, I remind her of all the good and laughable things he did and it always puts a smile on her face. Yesterday she called to remind me that even though he died at 28 to her, he was always her little boy and that the first time he got drunk at 15 she thought it was the end of her world. Keep the memories of your boy alive! Oh and apparently he threw a fit at 6 when he didn’t get sparkly sneakers for Christmas – we all believe he had a strong feminie side, I mean sparkles for a boy! Sigh
Well, as you know, the lesbian stick is my favourite Sister Wolf story.
It’s taken me 4 odd years (aren’t they all?) but I am currently on the track of a very good Australian lesbian stick and expect to have news in the next week or so.
In the meantime, happy everything and hang in there babe!
PS: It’s time to revisit Patrick Dennis.
Thank you Sister Wolf, it’s been a while. That is my best lesbian story ever and does truly form part of my personal traditions. I am still baffled at how such a tale can make me smile inside – but it does.
I couldn’t not read the Lesbian Stick story. I tried not to read it, but I failed. This is my favorite Sister Wolf post yet!
p.s. I’m wearing my Wendy Brandes/Sister Wolf necklace today. I made my husband wrap it & put it under the tree for me & have been waiting patiently for it. I hope the fundraiser is going well. If not, you could consider using the Lesbian Stick to temporarily prop up the roof.
Awesome. A family that steals lesbian sticks together stays together in heart and soul.
I think that a family in my parents’ neighborhood, a few years ago, stole one of Mom’s lit white plastic deer from the front yard. It was cheap, so she was annoyed but not distressed – until it showed up down the street in someone’s trash day pile a week later. Then she “stole” it back. I think we should have left some lit, white plastic “deer poo” on their front yard but no one listens to my poo deposit suggestions.