I heart lesbians, especially ones who make homemade monoclepods and sweaterbirds and write about peeing. I knew I was definitely in love when I saw this week's picture of Harriet Tubman in a bad ass rocketship. Seeing as how this is the first day of ICLW, now that you've come, when you leave here click over to Bionic Mamas and say hi (even though they aren't on the ICLW list this month). Sugar Mama and Bionic Baby Mama are writing a tandem bring-on-the-baby blog, and they're relatively new to the IF blogosphere. Definitely click over to support them, as it is their first month trying to conceive. If the typical challenges of fielding stupid questions like, "Which one of you is the man?" and having to pick a frozen papa isn't enough, Bionic Baby Mama (who will be the frozen papa recipient) has two cervixes. Cervices. (Cervixes is grammatically incorrect, but cervices looks and sounds too much like crevices, which, when you think about it, is pretty damned close in definition to cervices, but I digress….) Their blog is refreshingly smart, candid, creative, and Mama Moses in space is there. Need I say more? Tell 'em I sent you.
I've given you a gift of a new blog for ICLW. Give me a gift and leave a link in the comments to someone else's blog or singular blog post (or even an entry of your own) that's so gee-golly good that you think I should read. I'll comment on each and every one left, and I'll tell 'em you sent me there.
After all, I'll have the time on my hands this weekend to do it. I'll be spending it here, laid up in my bed moaning Swing Low, Sweet Chariot. Rocket-riding Ms. Tubman must be comin' for to carry me home because I am hallucinating stars. I've been watching el Cinco so vigilantly on the Cootie Watch that it wasn't until Frank noticed that I was running a fever (102.3o) that I realized I felt like ick.